do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Twenty years of saying ... I love you
Meaning every word.
One day you turn and say in a cold heartless way
Sorry, I don't anymore!

Plumitting .... falling .... scrabbling .... clutching into an emptiness of feelings and into
a void so deep you feel you could fall for ever, for always, for eternity.....
A plunge into nothingness ........ for hours, for days, for months and even for years ....

THEN .....

What was that?
Something  touches, brushes you briefly.
Something physical .....
A leaf, a twig?
No ...... a branch to grab hold of ....... ?
A tree? No a hand?..............
No, A heart!

A heart?
A new heart has hold of you and suddenly
It stops your hopeless silent fall
It's true ...... You can love and be loved again.

I love you ......
And I mean every word.

I find it amazing.

I find it amazing how you can fall for someone.
How you allow, to some extent, someone to be part of you.

The more time you spend together never adds up to enough.
You catch yourself thinking about them, even when you’re not
Start to find yourself using their phrases like they’re your own.
You notice the way their eyes squint and their forehead wrinkles when they laugh really hard with you.

Their hands seem to be made perfectly for yours, the contours compliment one another to a perfect fit.
They are your definition of warmth and perfection.
No matter how hard you fight it, you can’t beat it.
Their magnetic like pull to your weak iron heart.

They some how get inside and passed every wall and trap you put up and set.
Like a thief they creep in unnoticed and go straight for the masterpiece hanging in your chest.

To be in love.
You give that person the power to destroy you. Annihilate you.
You’re not sure what they will do but you think it would be a privilege to be loved or destroyed by them.

It’s amazing.

it's okay to be sad.
it's just not okay to stay that way.