Love

Love is a tender brush of hands against your arm.

Love is the hesitant brush of lips cascading down your neck.

Love is the first time you let them in.

Love is the explosion of intimate fear as you start to fall down the rabbit hole.

Love is the trembling hills of violent gentleness.

Love is the ear - shattering silence as you feel yourself start to slip away.

Love is the terror of knowing you're losing them.

Love is the crying, clinging, desperation eating your insides.

Love is drunken nights spent screaming in silence.

Love is staring down at the empty bottles and cheap cigarettes, wishing it was them.