Galaxy of blue and purple,
I trace the reflection of stars
With fingertips dewy in birth
And death on my breath;
Tsunami of a butterfly is
The wind at my lips, I kiss
The clouds that confined me.

you're scared of what there is,
what you can tangibly measure,
but were you to open your eyes,
i think you'd realise that none of it would matter.

you're afraid of what they think of you,
you're scared you've made enemies,
you're worried you're alone
and you're too nervous to let anyone in.

but if you could only look up,
and see not the clusters of stars,
not the links you see holding everything else
to its companion

but see the emptiness,
see the gaps in the fabric of everything,
see how big the dark spaces actually are
where nothing conceivable could exist

then maybe it could help you
put things into proportion
and maybe you could see
how little it matters

we are but less than a speck
of something
in a vast sea of nothing
of empty space and darkness

and maybe it's possible
that as a whole we are more,
but you are just you,
and they are just them

so sweetheart,
lift up your heavy head
to the sky and look, harder.
things aren't that bad

and it will get easier.
just as everything up there
has made a link
you will make yours, eventually.

Let's take the words the devil says,
and rip it out your mouth
when I look in your eyes,
I see the evil that no one has gotten through
your scales beneath your skin are tearing through your flesh
You're always so angry, full of bitterness, please tell me why
you feel you are forced to live like this

when the devil wants your soul he will do his best
play around in side your mind put it to the test
trying to deceive you with his devil game
try to steal your thoughts make you speak his name
you must your will fight him face to face
chase him from your mind and keep your soul in place

Before I begin, allow me to explain,
I too loved.. once,
so think of me not as some cynic-
nor as a master in the ways of love-
but rather as a keen observer-
now, that may mean I have nothing to offer you-
no insider knowledge-
no secrets of love-

But I do  know how to tell a true love story -

Interested?
Fantastic-
So let’s begin,

True love, if there is such a thing at all,
is like the thread that makes the cloth
you can’t tease it out-
you can’t extract meaning-
without ending up deeper in the web-
and it always remains-
hidden under layers -

In the end, that’s all you can really say about any
True love story-
They don’t generalize-
They don’t analyze-
They arent found-
They just… happen.

and that’s what makes them “true.”

But what is this coveted “love” -
the emotion?-
the act?-
the mentality?-

Love, is a constant state of illusionment-

A collective agreement amongst humans-
that it, whatever it may be,  can be treated as an excuse
for recklessness, irrationality, and misplaced strife-  

A quid pro quo  between two individuals-
to agree that they are doing something-
anything-
other than mindlessly drudging through life-

Now that is not to say that what love creates is pointless-
I said before, I have felt the embrace of love
Love festers between individuals for so long
it has no option-
but to mould the physical to itself-
and alter our personalities-

Characterized by spontaneity-
by indulgence-
by risk-
to love is the most dangerous experience in existence-
the act of being fully vulnerable with another-
while promising not to hurt them the same-

Love is characterized by vulnerability-
and the constant fear of being hurt-

So you want to know how to write a true love story?
be honest-
dwell not on the “romantic” blindfolds that keep us irrationally seeking our partners-
dwell not on the on the memories of a love that blossomed-
reveal the core of love -

A true love story comes from gut instinct-
A true love story, comes from experience.
A true love story, if truly told, makes the stomach believe

So I said I loved once,
allow me to elaborate-

I too have felt the “butterfly stomach”
- where the insides of the lovestruck turn on their host and manifests the emotional significance of meeting “the one”

I too have spent the day daydreaming...
-Lost in the thought of “the one”, seeking brief breaks from reality in my mind between moments of  utter normalcy

I too have melted into a puddle of emotion….
-lying next to “the one” as we slowly spill more and more of the secrets that bound us as individuals, joining a spirit much larger than ourselves-

I too have felt... invincible-
-to know that I’ve found something more significant than myself. Something that replaces the fear of the future.. and makes it something to look forward to.

Yes, I too have fallen in love.
and I did just that-
I fell.





..And that is my true love story-

Deep beneath this liquid dream, all there lies is you and me
In your warmth, no pain reaches me
In the sunshine of your smile, no laughter escapes me
The heat relaxes me, making me safe and warm
Like silk and velvet, sliding together, we are one
Bubbles surrounding, water encompassing
If only you my dear were here to enjoy it with me, then maybe the pain would truly be gone
I wouldn't have to force myself to the bottom of this porcelain jail and hold my breath and count to ten
Instantly I would be whole again.