The Cave

Hills like elephants

Verdant and teeming with life

Looming ominous

In the smog filled sky


We looked on 

In awe

As the cave swallowed us alive

Inviting us 

into its depths

Exposing itself



And in that moment

I  knew love 

Was not the mountain, 

Strong, alive, well

But the cave:

Dark, desolate, abandoned


Love is not pretty

Love is not strong

Love is not patient

Love is not kind



Love is disaster.


Suicidal Ideation.


Love does not make you well, but it destroys you


And in those ruins,

You then find a masterpiece.






But a pain well worth it.



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