Loving is hard
Loving is brave
Loving is extinguishing fear long enough to breathe
And in that breath, comes a truth
Whether good or bad that truth is unshakeable
Unforgettable
From yourself, to another, to a path in life
Loving is so much more than words or actions
It’s the continued choice
The always present lawyer
The kind eyes
The strong words that calm tidal waves of worry
Loving is an extreme sport
Skills honed in terrains as difficult as life itself
Those who love are hard
They are brave
They extinguish fear long enough to breathe
Until it becomes their only set of lungs

Who is more broken than a lover
Emily Dickinson was wrong about hope
It asks not just a crumb, but a blood sacrifice
With no warranty to speak of
Hope and curiosity are the devil’s best weapons
A heart has more of a chance against a blocked artery than
Irresponsible hope
Disappointment

Who is more beautiful than a lover
Who gambles Satan’s toys
In longing eyes
In restless fingers and aching arms
In the taunting playhouse of time they spend in their dreams
Away from life itself
They gamble it away for their numbers to come in
Sitting on old and ugly chairs across old and ugly TVs
Waiting as the announcer picks each arbitrary ball
Reading the numbers as their round bodies corvine their way down spiral roads
Lips silently move in a flash mob fashion in those who care for you
“Everything happens for a reason”
A false truth

Falling into place violently slow
The lottery of your life is victorious in finding home