love will tear you apart- make you bleed on the floor. it will be the very death of you as you know you. a new season is being ripped open with the force of an angry 6 year old on christmas morning. there is no going back, no round trip to this breaking away. you are forever separated by the glass door you have just exited from, free from the chilled air inside but now you begin to melt like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

love comes crashing down in waves of hate. hate so potent you realize all this time you had forgotten what it meant to be completely drunk on an emotion so negative, your teeth will ache with longing to sink deep enough to break the skin.

but once its over- that’s it. the wind will calm and the tide returns to normal. small waves flow in and out with the eery silence of mourning- not loud enough to speak of. your quiet weeping remains though the crowd will have left by now, no longer entertained by your sorrows, no more pity left to hand out.