Love is death.
To fall in love truly is to die,
to bury you in yourself,
past hurts that brought tears.
To fall in love truly is to become a spirit,
to float and glide through the day,
and even with your eyes wide open,
It’s an experience that gives your body
control of itself;
it smiles when you don’t ask it to,
and flies when you don’t know how to.
Love is birth.
To fall in love truly is to be reincarnated
while you keep the same skin.
It is to be reborn,
to become a foetus before you sleep,
hugging and kissing the air
when they are not near,
speaking to them
even when they can’t hear.
It is to become someone else,
seeing things that are not there,
feeling things that make you bare.
To fall in love truly is to want to grow,
to want to know,
trusting and wondering like a child.
It is to be happy,
to be unafraid,
to be very aware and ill,
to be at peace.