I like to imagine love as a little kid chasing a purple butterfly and giggling when it lands on her nose
as a clear water fall that never stops pouring
I like to think of it as red and pink and white
maybe some background music of church bells and pianos
I can only describe it like soft snow on your tongue or a warm kitchen during thanksgiving
but honestly
sometimes love is crying in the bathroom during prom
or a cold frozen lake during a blizzard
it turns your heart black and blue and grey
and most times it's hard to listen to anything at all
it doesn't always feel like a warm cup of coffee
sometimes it's nails in your heart
and glue in your throat
with bruises and cuts on your skin
it's not always late nights staring at the sky whispering I love you
and it's not always fuzzy blankets and snacks in the backseat of your car
with forehead kisses that feel like summer
or soft touches that feel like flower petals
most times you won't want to be touched at all
and you'll make yourself cereal in the morning, and get two bowls out instead of just one
but then you won't want to eat at all
and I'm sorry to say it,
but the books
and the movies
the commercials
and high school sweet hearts
they all lie to you
so that's why , when you ask someone about love
they'll tell you about heartbreak
because to them,
they were the same thing
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
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