The Devastation of Love
I'm forever hopeful to be stolen by it, swept up and falling into...
I will cease to be a singular soul, alone.
I will join with another, and become someone entirely new.
It's messy and often ugly.
Perhaps it's simply my love of playing with fire?
It's a shattering experience,
Life altering, soul modifying.
It's anarchy, destruction.
Demolish what was there, rebuild stronger joined as two.
It's crushing, humbling and overwhelming.
It's embarrassing, pathetic, and shameless.
I must surrender to the tidal pull of another.
I must submit to the power of two combined.
I am no longer me. I am now, us and we.
I hand myself over to the other.
It's a before and after episode.
It's a demon who burgles my deepest secrets.
It's a cresting wave, pummeling me into the depths.
It's a deity demanding I bow and worship at its altar,
Scrape and beg, plead and surrender, succumb.
It sweeps me up into a hurricane of destruction.
It blows through me without a care for who I once was,
No matter my preparations,
Or how long I've sought this elusive beast. No matter,
It will destroy me, and still I seek nothing else.
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