Loving someone makes you miserable, it makes you feel a joyful kind of pain, makes you hurt.
But it dresses like,
and it smells like,
and if you’re lucky to get close enough you can see it for yourself
that it tastes like HOPE.
Hope that makes you ask for more, makes you want to try, to breathe….to bear the unbearable weight of it all…
A dangerous thing, they say it is.
But I think we’re all desperate enough to be wanting it BAD.
