Love is a crazy, emotional venture that often sends hearts into a downward spiral of amazing happiness, smiles, tears, and irriplacable heartache.
A feeling that one day can make you appear bold, and refreshed when walking into a room. Your face permeates a glow that slithers through lonely hearts; making them jealous of an unknown lift in your spirits.
On the darkest day of the year, you are sitting on your patio in the rain trying to count all the quickly falling raindrops, while remaining in a state of permanent oblivion- thinking about the face, the eyes, the lips of this being who has stolen your heart.
All your problems seem insignificant, for this love teaches you to be strong. Hormones racing faster than the beat of your heart when the slightest touch is tangible.
Soon, your heart starts beating posthaste, but for contrary reasons. All the passion you associated with the happiness is being linked to a dark perception. Now, you appear weak, and damaged when walking into a room.
Your face reverses that permeating glow with a hidden hurt that slithers through lonely hearts making them sympathize your baricaded spirits.
On the darkest day of the year you melt into the rain, wishing you could be invisible- thinking about the face, the eyes, the lips of this being who has broken your heart.
Your problems seem tremendous because that feeling, that love has taught you to be feeble.
Your lungs are difficult to fill with air and smiling mirrors a feeling of ripping open wounds. Everything hurts, and the only thing left to do is live. Live for better days. Live for a second love. That crazy emotional venture that will sind your heart into a downward spiral of amazing happiness, smiles, tears, and irriplacable heartache.