garden of eden.

    Can we talk about love for a second? Not the kind of "walking down the aisle, front porch swing, my family or yours for Christmas this year?" kind of love. Simply the feeling itself. Stripped down to the root. The raw, visceral emotion that changes everything you need in order to give you exactly what you want. 

Eventually though, that line will become compromised. 

You yourself don't know what you want or need so how exactly is someone else to know? Your desires and necessities change by the day-sometimes even the hour. No one can keep up with that.

                   But you need them to. 

You need them to keep giving you perfection in the form of destruction and keep burning the house down that you've built around yourself until all that remains is a charred crumbling foundation. You will be destroyed; and you should be, shouldn't you? You should leave them be and accept what was. 

                   But you won't.

Like the Mother of Dragons you will stand from those embers covered in your own dust and ash, look them in the face and ask "what's next?" You love it. You love this destructive, carnal rush. You will tell your friends this person means nothing because ultimately, they don't. 

                   But they do. 

You'll let this continue. They'll come around. You're different, remember? Nothing worth having comes easy, right? They will realize it's been you all this time and come running. 

                  But they won't. 

By the darkness of your bedroom they're all you need. That drunken "I love you" coming across your screen breaks your heart night after night. But you're an intelligent person. The sunshine brings clarity with it each morning. 

                 But the moon comes soon after. 

You may think your inner battle to be "head v. heart" but it's not. In reality it is a tag team match in which you have no partner. "head+heart v. you." You see, neither of them are on your side. They will run up and down you and body slam your soul until you shut them both off. 

                 But you can't.

Ultimately this love hurting you is better than not having it at all. Right? It will change. 

                 But it won't. 

                 It never will.

Darling they are your inner struggle but you are merely a shallow game. You know this. For the love of God, they warned you. It's been said that actions speak louder than words and while those words have you dangling off a cliff there will be no hand outreached in your rescue. I would tell you to leave..

                But we both know you'll stay. 

                Better rebuild that house.

                I feel a fire coming.