Its strange....the way love works.
or feelings in general.
how the same person can have you walking on clouds,
and crying out your soul
in five minutes
but the overall feeling is happiness
even while your crying for him,
its the sweetest way to cry.
though its bitter, and cold.
theres no other way you\\\'d rather cry.
in fact...you enjoy it.
sometimes its too much.
the bliss is overwhelming.
and you mistake it for misery.
and you wish it could just end.
not realizing what you could be giving up.
what you could miss.
and what happens when it does actually end?
what then?
its like the ground has been pulled from under you.
and you\\\'ve got nothing to hold on to.
you feel your falling into the black earth.
and frankly, you just want to keep right on falling.
but then...someone reaches out.
and they catch you.
right before you feel like dying.
they lift you up,
and dust you off.
and ask you if they can help.
if you\\\'ll be OK.
but really, theres nothing they can do.
except maybe lend you their shoulder.
if you need a place to cry.
or lend you an audience.
if you need someone to rant to.
but in reality, nobody can directly do anything.
because they cant gently take your heart, and apply the bandages.
nobody can.
we just have to wait.
wait until the abrasive hands of time,
come along and bandage our hearts,
heal our wounds,
put life back in our bodies.
and air back in our lungs.
it sucks to wait,
but when it finally happens,
you just cant wait.
to jump up,
and skip off,
and go get your heart broken
once more.
