I want to feel love again.
The deep incredible love we shared.
I don’t want to be so afraid of love breaking again.
Of its crumbling remains that pile up and blow debris and dust for
Miles and miles,
And years and years.
I want an easy love.
A love as gentle as an evening breeze.
As strong and as brilliant as fire.
A love as vibrant as the evening sunset,
And as faithful as the sun in rising every morning.
A love that will willingly and without complaint, work to break down the leftover debris of heartache that have rebuilt themselves around my heart.
I want to love someone with an all consuming love ten times stronger than the love we ever shared.
And I can’t imagine a love like that because I loved you with my whole heart.
I can’t imagine a love like that,
But I have to believe in it.