sometimes, love feels like
swimming on a sunny day.
you jump in, and the water is
cold- and it feels so pleasant
against the scorching ball of
light, especially in the afternoon.
it seems to get warmer as you
stay, moving around, struggling
to fight against the laws of
gravity & nature. it’s easy,
comfortable. that’s the best
part, see- when you don’t
have to speak because you
can finish each other’s
sentences. but sometimes,
we find ourselves looking
at the pool in winter, no
intention of ever wanting to
swim in it again. cuddling
ourselves up in blankets,
watching movies & staying
inside. that’s just as bad as
staying in the shallow end,
one foot out of the door.

to some, love is a rose,
beautiful at first, but the
thorns hurt. to others, it
is a drug, a disease, an
animal, a garden.
a heaven. a hell.
love takes all these different
forms, and we lie on our beds,
thinking, is it really worth it all?
god, i hope it is.