Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Written while listening to "The Emptiness" by Alesana.
Love makes you laugh and cry. Love makes you smile and giggle. Love makes you bleed and grieve. It makes you look beyond the person's flaws and past transgressions. It makes you scream at the top of your lungs and rip your hair out by the roots. It allows you to enjoy the rhythmic pace of another's heartbeat against your ear as you lay pressed against their chest, drinking in their scent. You appreciate hearing his or her voice for more than ten minutes at a time. Love is a struggle; an eternal tango of pushing and pulling; giving and taking. It takes courage and pain; effort and strife; witnessing both success and failure in the midst of a typhoon of emotions.
Love takes time to grow and develop, like a fetus in a mother's womb.
Love savages your body and ravages your mind and soul. It stops you from thinking clearly. It is as though a fog has slipped into your field of vision. In tandem, love heightens your senses. It brings out both the best and worst in you.
If you truly, honestly fall in love with another, you have cut a piece of yourself away and handed it to them. If he or she reciprocates in this love, they do the same. That part of each other will never return to its original owner, and will stay with the new vessel - the other person - forever. Even if the flame of romance dies, the piece is still there.
It's an ache that never goes away no matter how many pills you swallow. It's a bullet wound that has shrapnel that the doctors never removed, yet new skin has grown over the hole. It is a bitterness that makes you bite your tongue and try to build up dams against the hot tears that will inevitably flow. Love is a ghost that haunts the corridors of the beautiful and baneful memories you share with the other person. You will never "get over" that person if your love reached the very core of your being. You will always, always love him or her even if you learn to love another.
As much as it hurts to remember, you never want to forget.
You feel hollow, cold, sick, and broken. Especially so if the person had left you for another, even after claiming to love you always and forever. It is a scar that never fades. It is a lost look in your eyes that will never leave. Seeing that person who you loved so wholly and deeply sends a ripple through your heart's chambers and a shiver down the vertebrae of your spine. Yet that feeling is like giving a recovering drug addict an overdose of their "fix." The one you love is the very person who is killing you.
It's as painful to talk about as much as it is remarkable to ponder how love clings like a vine to your soul. Even after the one you love has exited your life, be it physically or emotionally. Their tangible body is gone, but the impression of their spirit still lays beside you as you struggle to sleep at night.
Feel free to comment, but no critiques. I'm not much a writer of prose.
© ~brutalicwolf - Axel Wolf - 2011
Title from the lyrics of "Annabel" by Alesana (yes I'm aware I'm obsessed with this album, ha.)