Meathead Monologue

i think i'm falling

maybe love feels like
your heart siting on the edge of its seat
all the time
just waiting for the next event.
because i think i know
that feeling a little too well by now,
and my heart has been pondering you
on the edge of its seat
waiting for you and me
to collide.
my heart is constantly prepared
to burst.
but i am never ready
to react the right way.
there is a danger in love,
a sadness in rejection.
but my heart is thankful
to be near and dear to yours.
if i am your thoughts in the morning
and the night,
then i am happy.

maybe love feels like
being tangled in a rope safely
hanging above the ocean.
i know i am ultimately safe,
because you have the rope
safely in your hands.
but there are only two options.
love feels like hovering over
an ocean of possible rejection and regrets,
but knowing your safe in the arms of
a rope held by
someone else's heart.

maybe love feels like fear.
fear feels like your heart on the
edge of its seat constantly.
all the time.
love feels like rapid shaking of the heart
when the next event comes rolling by,
and thoughts cease because you
are too busy living in that moment
to remember to cherish it.

maybe love feels like-
maybe love feels like-

r.k.