It’s a love thing
Love is: the scars on our knees, leftover food in the refrigerator, songs the birds sing, self-inflicted pain, the sweet nothingness which flutters from a lover’s mouth, a half-complete cigarette, carbonated soda that fizzles on tongue, rainbow sprinkles on a cupcake, a battered package received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in a window, the dampness of hair, grandmother’s music box, the ballet shoes you’ve had since you were five, the flaky paint on your walls, bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, hands and the things made with them, blown kisses, worn clothes, morning breath, the tingly feelings felt when touched in certain places, the tangles in your lover’s hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out in the middle of the night, flaming your lover’s ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair, smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel eaten for breakfast, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development.
No.
Love is: you, me and a careless mixture of everything we worry about-together; and, besides all that, I’m in love with a big blue frog.
Originally posted 2009-06-28 18:55:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
