I will fall in love with just about anyone.
Providing I see their dreams divine-shine explode from the dynamo within their eyes,
like a supernova on a celestial course of chaotic creation of colour,
cracking all dark clouds of thunder asunder,
I will fall

So long as I see the sacredness of hope in simple joys
emanate from their heart and out through the mouth
to infect the minds of those cursed with the dizziness of rational thinking,
I will fall

Even to hear the cathartic tremble in their voice
from all their inner ploys cut through the white noise
(The most transcendent of insecurities, stark and alone, a beacon of hope)
I will fall

The very second I can confide enough judgement in their ability to give love to even the most unworthy reveller
I will fall
hard and harder still,
down,
down,
down
like a helter-skelter or clown
in a circus of circumstance.

I cannot help it,
maybe I’ve been loved too little,
maybe in a world so dark, its simply a blessing to see all the colours of light,
or maybe my own soul just instinctively craves for the very best in humanity.
Maybe its all there,
coursing like ****** within my veins,
tho unlike a ****** seeking out his poison
I desire overdose,
No, I need overdose.
Mediocrity is reserved for unimpassioned swine, lost within the confines of their bitter minds,
critics and pessimists be ******.
For the gentle warmth of grace found within a friend or lovers inner beauty
must be relished and protected
lest regret later be dissected
when all that remains
are dust and memories.

But like all overdoses on indulgence,
there is a fee to be paid,
regardless if impassioned or bleak.
For when the faith in fate goes up in flames
the burning of Rome is all the more bittersweet.
Thus, when Nero’s fickle fiddle plays
to the tune of terminal velocity
the broken-hearted ache
on the fringe of terminal ferocity.

Love will always be worth this death,
no matter the devastating depth.
I will go down punching for it to my last, living breath