I've been listening to love songs lately.
A dangerous undertaking in most circumstances,
but especially in that of sentimentality.
There is (or was), I think, something
in each of us that cried out
But at the same time, we didn't know
what love was - a perfection
we claw at with imperfect hearts.
A need so desperate, so impossible,
that we can't help but be our own version
of Tantalus, tasting ambrosiac love...
to be rewarded with a memory of pure humanity
that we never actually experienced,
and the uncertain terror of whether we ever will.
Love terrifies me.
And I've never wanted so badly
to be afraid.