no ones gonna warn you about him so let me.
he's gonna smile at you and you're gonna feel every cell in your body push to the surface of your skin.
he's gonna hold you by the nape of your neck and kiss you until your lips are tingly and your hands are shaking so bad you think they're gonna fall right off.
he'll take you out for long midnight drives and tell you stories about his childhood and you're gonna swear you can hear bells ringing when he glances at you.
he's gonna make you laugh so hard you'll drown in happiness and you'll know you don't wanna feel this way about anyone else ever again.
because he's the one you want to fall asleep next to and wake up next to every morning.
but the's the one who will stop replying to your messages and you're gonna be crushed.
he's gonna look at you but his eyes won't sparkle and his smile wont turn you're heart into jello and you're gonna wrap yourself up in his sweatshirt at night and cry because you just want to hold him.

You see it all around:

on school playgrounds,
at high school dances,
thirty-something bars,
in nursing home doors.

The certainly accidental
cohesion of two souls
and bodies colliding
and releasing
so much unknown energy
that terror and happiness
explode simultaneously
in the dumbstruck hearts
of the afflicted.

Lives are altered
for better, for worse,
forever.

The emotional apocalypse
we call love.

Consciousness rears its reptile head;
Medusa in the morning gloom.
You wake to iron silence,
a tourist in a rented room.
I have never feared death
but often been terrified of life.
Chaos theory is not a balm
when the unexpected fall begins,
the sudden plummet into strife.
Life says no so often and loudly
we begin to doubt the yes.
The performance begins anew;
the usher guides you to your seat.
The mortal day coiled like a viper
ready to strike and poison.
Wise souls move through the murk
one careful step at a time.
When you rise, check your weapons;
be careful where you place your feet.
   ~mce