Love is definitely a twisted lie.
One day your flying high as a kite, lifted off the ground on invisible wings. Stomach all fluttered with anticipation of your next meeting. The whole time feeling guilty secretly in the back of your mind because feelings like that are surely always followed by the deepest darkest realms of sad and depressed.
Floating you walk from moment to moment so privileged and lucky the envy of everyone, blissed out on your intimate moments and secret games. Staring into each others eyes is a past time and feet touching under the covers you fall asleep in each others arms. Nothing can touch you and nothing can crush your happiness. Everything is possible and the world becomes bright with possibility.
At times it feels like the world comes flooding in on you and your secret games, your intimate moments should last a bit longer the secret touches should remain indefinitely. If not one thing in this life is love....LOVE ...not safe from the blasting cold winds of normality, or the mundane.
Do the trips to the grocery store for food week after week and the familiarity of each others smells and shapes kill the blissful flower blooming for such a short time? or is this just the nature of the beast? Is it then more sensible in love to loose all sense for those blessed moments of full bloom and then tear fearfully away at the first sign of morning dew?
To never recognize someones smell, or silhouette in the doorway. To only be for as long as the magic is fresh and run hard and fast for the nearest mountain as soon as things become familiar.
Love is a lie my friends .....I know for sure these days, that traditional Suzy homemaker you are looking for...shes gone...just like the polyester and black and white photographs that idealized her in her day. Those men, hell bent on marriage and kids and a green lawn they disappeared with the rolling mower and model T. The gentlemen who hold your doors and bring flowers to your first date, are a myth. Something designed to entice breeding, hope and all the things that in the end leave you crying in a pile on the floor.
I'm a loner, a stoner, and a girl without a clue. Ill walk alone into this tangled web woven all around us...and I wont look back. I wont ever wonder again which way is up, or which side of the bed is mine. Where you went or when you'll be back... Ill just remember ...love and all its bliss is a lie in its truest form.
My hallway is so long, and the sound of that door closing was the loudest sound Ive ever heard.
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