love and broken bones

[her_crescendo]

they walk by
you stand idle
holding your breath
waiting for a look to come
and puncture your lung
to keep you alive

the meetings
where your smiles
remain on until
returned with a punch
and leave you spitting blood
just to know you can still feel.

little moments
waiting to be noticed
sitting white knuckled
nails digging in
hoping for a word
to encourange existing.

we hate to hurt. but we live to love.
we love too hard. until it hurts.
and we find it hurts to love.
so in the end, we live to hurt.
because without love. we aren't living.

love is the new air.
love is the life force.