I love you. It inspires countless poems, songs, art. It mends bridges, it builds cities, it saves lives. It drives the very existence of so many lost souls. Just hearing those words can make you heart beat out of your chest or cover you in a sheet of peace and serenity. It is hope. It is light.
It can warm you in its gaze. It can protect you in its arms. It can let you grow. I love you is the most powerful sentence in any language. Once you say it, once you hear it, it will never leave you. It can never be undone, and it will forever change you. It will keep the world safe within its glow.
It's also what people kill to hear. It is what people have fought wars over. It's what people have cried over, died over. It can trap you in its grip, holding you tight and bringing you to your knees until you beg for mercy. Beg for reciprocation or release. It makes you a slave to all of its whims. It bends you to its will.
It scorches you from the inside out until you heart is ash and you skin is fire and your mind your mind your mind is nothing but that one pulsating word; hovering just out of your reach, calling to you. Making you ask for more even as you kneel and burn before it. It makes you utterly and irrevocably powerless to everything it stands for, everything it promises you. It is pain. It is helplessness.
We are so powerlessly under its control that it's made us believe we are only powerful with it.
- and I may be the weakest person on earth
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
