Love and What Rushes in in its Absence
love is like a timeline
of shining Christmas lights
falling out of it is breaking the bulb
that makes the whole line of them go out
love is known by the trail it leaves in its wake
not by the sight of its prow
love without sex
is rain without thunder
love is an irrational number
as it goes on forever
it’s never the same thing
love is the opposite of a candy
because it's sweet at first and then sour
love is a pheromone
carried on the stench of sacrifice
a love that damns
is better than a hate that saves
when you love your enemies
you're open season
to the enemies of love
all love breaks
if jerked hard enough
when you let love die inside yourself
it destroys other people too
you have to get the deterioration of love
before it gets you
in a person's heart
love is not a fullness
that collects interest on its bounty
it is an emptiness
that things rush into and fill
some we'd rather have stay away
some people think that because i ask something of love
i don't believe in it
would i convince you i believed in love more
if i asked nothing of it?
the moment after you walk down the aisle
your lover's process begins
radioactive decay
of their personality
into their character
there is more love on earth
than there is in heaven
because love is borne out of pain
true love is the opposite of stretching
if it doesn't hurt you're doing it wrong
love is unobtanium
that's why people guard it with their life
and go nuts when they lose it
the thing modern psychology hates the most
is the fact that nothing, *nothing* besides love works
for stemming the tide of mental illness
(and their atomized, professionalized view of things
chafes against this)
love is messy
love is hard
love is awkward
love is uncomfortable
love takes too much from us and gives too little in return
love occupies parts of yourself
that could be better used to fit in
love hits your pain points
love is giving someone a ride
when you feel like reading a woke book
love can be met with coldness or even aggression
love poured out until you're empty may still not be enough
to save someone
love is more like
changing adult diapers
than changing children's ones
love is like aloha
it's the hello of giving
and the goodbye of taking
all at once
the Inuit have fifty words for snow
and we have one for love
(maybe the reason our culture has so few words for love
is because we do so little of it)
scarcity is real in the deepest of realms
love is given or taken—not made
love is like Godzilla
beautiful and majestic
but when everything's over
all you're left with is the wreckage
love doesn't usually win
but it often dies trying
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