It would be too easy to write a sad love song.
Would be too easy to not get along.
Would be too easy to do something wrong.
But I rather love you.
I’d rather love strong.
It’d be easy to close myself off.
It’d be easy to lie and scoff.
But I’d much rather stay soft.
I feel my heart beating out my chest.
And in this pain, I’d rather love it all away.
I love it how you rub my hair.
Love it how you blow kisses in the air.
Slap me around. Throw me down.
I love how we play around
To the music and sound.
The treble. That bass.
I love that soothing pound.
Getting lost in you, and I clench my breath.
Letting go frightens me, and I silently detest.
Record player on repeat.
Bodies swaying to the sound track.
I take control of your hips.
You tease the steam down my pulsating back.
Pulling you in close. You whisper in my ear.
“You are not alone. I am here.”
Today I woke up with tears clouding my eyes
Tears that burned and flooded my eyes
Blinking them close
Can’t stop the cries from my eyes
Only to stop and realize the ache inside
I call out to my brother from the heavens above
And ask, “What is this? Love?”
… No answer
Hearts are built to endure the whips
Shaped like bloody fists
Would never leap so far
If I was bound to miss
Crashing down love-less
Blisters and bliss
Kisses and lisps
Screams and violins
Racing through a rose petaled labyrinth
Losing myself again
Pushed and shunned
Under a spell and jilted for fun
Violet orchids and white lies
Boiling in your cauldron
How I yearned for just one embrace without the disdain
How I spun in love crazy and you drove it insane
All broken hearts sound the same
No matter the 100 smiles and hugs
The sex, the tears, thank you letters and drugs
I am all there is to blame
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 