“Never apologize for your enthusiasm.
Love is scarce?
Love is fleeting?
Love is blind?
These are just excuses.
Love is shunned.
“Too much” love is exhausting.
“Too little” love is harsh.
So we dumb down our love to a happy medium
Everything becomes numb, expected, content.
Why should we live inside a bubble, floating, letting the wind carry us
when we can pop it
with just a flick
of a finger
I feel stale
I feel locked,
from the fulfillment
of extra love
and I decide to climb on top of an ice berg
ready to see beyond my vision
and the cold isn’t reaching me because my limbs are already numb
and I’m too busy climbing to see my progress
i’m at the tip, where the cracks begin to merge
neither side can hold me
but i’m so numb
that when my body enters the water