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as i pass by a trampled red bow beside the curb and step on a fallen rose petal at the bottom of the stairs, i am reminded that today is the day of looovveee.
These fallen expressions of love turn my reluctant memory to past expressions of love that have now been revealed as expressions of only desiring to be in love. and i marvel at the clear difference between these two expressions and at the same time am astounded at how blurry the two become when no clear distinction is made.
or is it the eyes of the one receiving this expression of wanting to be in love that distorts it into something more? the hope of a love growing mingles with a love that isn't there... and so now, i guess this is where the fallen rose petal remains, left beneath the stairs to fade slowly into a forgotten expression of something.
i can't help but think of breakups as being a little bit like quitting a bad habit, like smoking. i take up knitting or rearranging the thread in my sewing box or arranging socks alphabetically by color, to keep my hands busy. anything to fill up this new found spare time. i read poems and think about vegan diets, anything to fill the space til the time comes when my daydreams stop inadvertantly turning to the reminescences of a past romance.
These fallen expressions of love turn my reluctant memory to past expressions of love that have now been revealed as expressions of only desiring to be in love. and i marvel at the clear difference between these two expressions and at the same time am astounded at how blurry the two become when no clear distinction is made.
or is it the eyes of the one receiving this expression of wanting to be in love that distorts it into something more? the hope of a love growing mingles with a love that isn't there... and so now, i guess this is where the fallen rose petal remains, left beneath the stairs to fade slowly into a forgotten expression of something.
i can't help but think of breakups as being a little bit like quitting a bad habit, like smoking. i take up knitting or rearranging the thread in my sewing box or arranging socks alphabetically by color, to keep my hands busy. anything to fill up this new found spare time. i read poems and think about vegan diets, anything to fill the space til the time comes when my daydreams stop inadvertantly turning to the reminescences of a past romance.