"I never let love in so I could keep my heart from hurting. The longer that I live with this idea, the more I sink in - to this four-four beat I'm in time with you, this four-four beat I would die for you," sang my favorite song, I held on to these words with my very soul. I didn't think I could trust anyone.
After I'd been broken and defeated, he reminded me of the life in life. I loved that about him. He became to me the first ray of sun at the crack of dawn on a winter morning, the first light of warmth after fourteen hours of dark, cold night. I saw in him the happiness I wanted and the innocence I lost. He reminded me of the reasons to live other than to die.
There is peace in innocence, there is bliss in ignorance. Forgetting the demons that fester in your mind can appear difficult; we need to be reminded of what it feels like to not have had them in the first place. I think loving someone and being loved in return lights a fire that can reverse the darkness that takes over the soul. Hell lies only beyond arm’s length, disguised as atruth, and we can definitely reach it, but I won't try again. I'm more than content in innocence.
I love taking pictures of the world we live in, I love the smell of rain and its pat-pat-pattering on my rooftop, I love listening to music that screams from the soul. I love the safety in innocence. I love loving and I love being loved. He made me a poet, and I love that too.
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