Love, hurt, thunder storms. How these come together so well. But so does love, laughter and sunshine.
Everyone has this idea of love.
Happiness, perfect, a fairy tale love.
But love hurts, not just when someone leaves.
Love is messy and complicated.
Its two broken souls who managed to fit their broken pieces together.
Love is poems and stories and heartaches and laugher and tears and sunshine and storms.
People write about it. Sing about.
Everyone tries to explain it.
But love, love cant be explained. It can be compared though, told by a metaphor.
Love is unexplainable, it is the most powerful, confusing, messed up, happy feeling.
Everyone is different yet so extraordinarily similar.
Everyone has but one thing in common, they seek love.
Some think that love is bruises, spending their morning on the ice cold floor next to the toilet and a pungent damp smell in the air,
falling asleep with swelling red eyes and wet pillows,
getting high to be reminded that love aint that bad.
Well..no one deserves that kind of love.
No one deserves to hate their bodies because they feel disgusting and guilty about something that...that wasn't even their fault.
Thats not love either.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
