When you speak of love, specks of rainbows and unicorns comes out of your mouth, it’s like heaven caving itself out of your lungs, it becomes a love that carries out emotions and disguises itself as tragedy in the end.
because when you speak of it, it comes out as a bad karma for some, others for good but for me, I don’t know which it is, maybe, maybe it’s the latter but I’m quite sure, poems comes out of my mouth, poems are not meant to be understood but it is meant to be felt as it is to be alive and yet again its complicated,
poems are not meant to understood but to understand its delivery to understand its words, it doesn’t make sense right? Because yet again it doesn’t have to make sense. And that is what comes out from my mouth when I speak of love.
It’s intimidating its dying at its finest. How wonderful it is to truly find someone who speaks of the same language and so is someone who doesn’t understand a single language you speak of, neither both, love is only felt not to be understood.
I also speak of war and guns and drugs, you name it, weed ,cocaine, meth, cigs, you see love is quite addicting when all else fails you seek for those things that can destroy you, love has many faces, love from family, friends, God, neighbors, pets, all of those things can destroy you.
As you alter it, everything collapses including yourself and so you overdose in the end.
I speak of love as it is unhealthy to the well-being, as it destroys your individuality, love is beautiful but it can wilt any day, you have to find someone who is worth all of those things, who can hold your hand and say “I got you”
Finding someone who is well aware of those things is a reassurance to every self-doubt, who will build together with you and jump oceans with you, who will drown with you as you continue to fight those things that continuously ruin your life.
I don’t entirely know where I’m getting at but when I speak of love, dust and polluted air comes out from my mouth, toxicity at its finest, hell comes out of my mouth not heaven nor is paradise, rotten lies and hatred comes out, as you can see different people from my life destroyed me and I don’t know where they went, they must have been showering with gold and a shit ton of good karma and yet they continuously stab me with thousands of knife.
I dare speak of it a thousand times, I can only utter good karma from them but everything seems to be too much and so I speak of heavens including hell, sinners and saints, Good karmas and Bad karmas, violence and peace, drugs and rehab. I speak all of those things when I speak with love and that is how I feel when I worship you and love you.