Love can only be explained in incomprehensible ways, in analogies that seem unintelligible up until you experience them first hand. You find yourself on the opposite spectrums of bliss and disdain. I’ve always been fascinated by this extremity experiencing love. This is a collection; of personal excerpts, short, sweet, and bitter bites of love.
Love Bites, a short collection of words on love in a bite sized format.
Love bites
Love BITES.
1.
When you see a ceramic bear, or get a cup of coffee, that certain song comes on, October comes and I go somewhere far away where the rain falls / The leaves get crunchy. I see a wooden music box that plays a soft song. I look for you. Do you look for me too?
2.
These useless trinkets are too important to me. He’s just like me! The best 25 cents I’ve ever spent. Why do I hold these trivial things so dear?
3.
Loving you left my heart astray. I want you to own it. I want to remove her preciousness from beneath my ribcage and gift it to you, neatly wrapped with decorative red ribbon. Instead, she was left to collect dust rotting outside of my body. I can’t take her back. The gift to you that you will never receive.
4.
There’s a funky chemical that’s released in my brain every time we kiss. This is the closest I’ll get to heaven as an earthling.
5.
When you’re around I feel so small. I am an insect in your world. Stepped on and crushed. Left to crumble into oblivion. Overlooked by my killer.
6.
I miss the cold air that stings my cheeks bright red when I walk outside. My warm body hides me away. Protected within my winter clothes. My cotton wrapped heart.
7.
I know that apart of me didn’t want my existence to be obsolete to you. I feared the day that I would be a vague memory. I knew that eventually treating me apathetically would come natural to you. Often times out bitter interactions shatter any candied perception of our “love”
Despite being exposed to many indications that romance can be cruel.
I wanted so desperately for ours to be different.
8.
I’m afraid of losing sweet memories of you. I tried to remember a lot about you. Your laugh, the way my hand fit into yours, the calluses on your fingers, I would count the moles on your face, choosing my favorite one and tucking the information into the folds of my brain; safely kept. The sweetness overtook me, creeping into my ceramic tooth, poking holes into their purity. I loved the ache it gave me. It was fun while it lasted this tooth ache of mine, time to fill these holes.
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