This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
a poem by Jacquée Thomas
Have you ever had one of love's cries? It's a painful one where you lie on the floor because your heart takes all your strength for its moans. To survive it is a feat. And I have. I don't know that I want to again. To feel love the way I do is a sweet poison. Have you felt it like that? Loving you could be like walking the line between ecstacy and angst. That line itself is a razor so sharp I wouldn't know I was being cut till I found myself bleeding. There would be so much sweet but I'd have little time to ignore the bitter before I found myself crying love's cry. I would describe that sweet little by describing an exotic fruit rare with juice that's intoxicating. Only those who journey discover the fruit. Only those who tasted the fruit know exactly what I mean. That it's worth tasting; it's so worth tasting. And it can nourish you if you let it. And it might poison you at the same time. That natural poison that even when it's killing you most you enjoy the sensation of feeling so deeply to your very core, and the very walls of your veins because the poison is pumping and thriving in your blood. Sometimes the sensations are good Sometimes the sensations are bad You will find yourself soaring the stars Or flat to the ground. Everything's so ardent it's best if you just concentrate on surviving. That sweet fruit. Forbidden only if you forbid yourself of it. The brave taste of the fruit and fools do, too. To feel love the way I do is an exhilarating adventure. Have you felt it like that? Loving you would be like taking on a turbulent ocean, plunging between invigoration and fear. I could thrive in the excitement, be challenged and vitalized. The ocean would happen all inside me; I'd share it all with you; I could not have that ocean without you. If I walked away at all, I would walk away stronger. Have you ever had love's high? It's a gallant one that opens every pore of your body and inflates your insides with energy. To live it is ambitious. And I have. And I want to again but I will try to weigh what may or may not be worth enduring love's cry.
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