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

Vulnerably

 

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.

Heartache.

Suicidal Ideation.

 

Love does not make you well, but it destroys you

 

And in those ruins,

You then find a masterpiece.

 

Love.

Is.

Pain.

 

But a pain well worth it.