Nov 11, 2005 17:09
love:
is just like being struck down by a double decker bus, or a mac truck. you even see it coming most of the time. but as a deer caught in the headlights, you stand in awe, bewildered and in awe at the intensity in your bloodstream. your frozen.
you'd be better off being hit by a real bus or truck. when you're hit by a real truck you have the luxury of dying. sure you suffer excruciating pain for a matter of minutes while you cling to your insides that are now on the outside. sure your blood stains your favorite shirt, but at least you know you're done for, its over, and the pain will pass any minute.
when LOVE strikes you down, you dont have that luxury.
love NEVER kills you. but has the audacity to leave you bloodstained and wrenched alone on the street. this gash will never close, but will never kill you. so you sew yourself closed, but you're so shaky that the sewing wont hold for long. and so you break open time and time again unexpectedly.
love is like a death that will never come