Bless This Mess: A Poetry Collection

Surviving Love, Part 2: The Ecstasy

You slowly get to your feel.

At first,

everything hurts.

but if you can lift your head,

if you can move your hand upwards, even for one second...

...you'll be able to make it .

It hurts like hell. Your back is in pain, your spine was hit the hardest;

but as you slowly rise up, you notice the sun.

You blink, as it gets stronger, the cloud over it passing by, and the light gets stronger,

and you find some kind of strenght to somehow move your body up.

Slowly, you get to your feet.

No one said it'd be easy, no one said it wouldn't hurt like fucking hell,

but everyone that survives all say it's worth it.

No one said love would be easy, good times or bad.

No one said love wouldn't hurt, but isn't love worth it?

For as long as humans have lived, we've wanted love.

We've written romantic tragedies, made brilliant art of love and lust, and written countless songs of our hearts and those that love them.

But some people just molest your heart, some people violate your skin, some people are unfair, and forceful, and that is painful.

But if you're simply in and then out of love...stick around.

I don't know much about love. I'm only human.

Nevertheless, I can promise you that life is worth it.

I've been too close to death too many times, but I'm still here for a reason, dammit.

Love will come if you keep hoping.

Live for love, but don't let love be your entire life with no parts of your very own.

You'll want to stick around;

you'll be amazed at what happens next..........