You see it, a deep recessed cave, the ugly side of love.
Where the whirlwind of emotions take over and try to throw you away… again.
Where the train blows its whistle but your feet are planted firmly on the tracks… again.
Where the waves break so hard they pull you under… again.
You live here, just outside the reach of a broken heart.
You can hear it knocking… so loud, but you cover your ears because you think it can’t possibly be coming for you, you can’t possibly be the one it stopped everything for, you’re surely not worthy.
I want to be breathless and afraid.
I want to be torn and confused.
I want to be living so close to the edge that one false move will leave me tumbling down the hill towards the ugly side of love.
From this distance, you seem okay,
but the darkness of that cave hides the smile of your blushing cheeks.
“Come outside!”, it screams at you as you crouch down to make yourself small.
“Stop hiding!”, it bellows as you wrap your arms around your bent knees.
“It will be okay.”, it finally says and you look up, the fear leaving your body, tricking away and you reach for it, you don’t want to let it go so you grasp at it like a child trying to gather the mercury from a broken thermometer and you try…
You step away from the dark and you balance on that edge and then you jump and the smile on your face is so beautiful and you recognize the cliff you’re rolling down and it feels so soft and you know this is where you should be…
rolling down the messy, scary, ugly, beautiful side of love.