Don't Stop ...down, ...Down there ...down where ...monsters, ...Run!

...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.