What nobody told me about love is that it's like ice. Cold, sharp and clear. Exact. That love can put ice in your viens. Make you slow, unsure, hesitant. That sometimes when you feel love it isn't a burning passionate fire. That it's a terrifying moment where the ice slowly crawls towards you freezing you in place. Frosting over you. Seizing you. Holding your thoughts hostage and pushing you to work on instinct when all you want is to know. To be certain. To be sure. Everything can stop. Things can be varying shades of gray and there's no clear definition of right and wrong. No colour to aid your thoughts. Everything is a bare slate and you're left to create the pieces in a dizzying, cold ruthless love to piece together a reality. That you're left to find your own way through the cold, precise, sharp, clear ice. And that's what nobody told me about love.
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What Nobody Told Me About Love.
PoésieFinished, completed poetry book. Wrote this in an hour so it's probably not the greatest but I put my heart and thoughts into it.
