Mad Love

Madness.
This is what you want.
This is what you hope for
crave
desire.
This is what you’ve never had.
You want love to mean necessity
no matter what.
You want love to mean
whatever it takes.
You want love
to be waiting up for you
longing for you
searching for you
carving out a place for you
dying for a moment with you—
sometimes you want love to say
just a minute
to everything but you—
You,
who would give life and limb
to hold such passion in your arms—
to return it
breathe it
swallow it
become it—
this is what you want
on a night like this
when everything you have to give
is contained inside you
boiling
steaming
waiting to be wanted
and consumed—
all of it going
to such terrible waste.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-1-17

 

“Lady of Shalott” John William Waterhouse, 1888

4 thoughts on “Mad Love”

  1. I dig the accessibility and the format. (I know that’s not the first thing you want to read in reaction to such a visceral piece.)
    As much, I really like how the tone balances on a line between observation and judgement.

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  2. Desperation, devastation, frustration, longing…

    It was a realization that a relationship was lopsided. I wrote it on March 1st, but I felt like sharing it today. Sadly, it is relevant. I say sadly, because it hurts to realize that nothing has really changed since then.

    My heart is a little bit broken after I pulled the plug on this relationship.

    This too shall pass.

    Like

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