There is no downside to being in love.
There are hard times, times here and times there,
But never any time where I regret
giving myself, or as much of myself as I can muster
Directly and Solely to you.
I do not regret the times when you cry,
or when I cry.
They show me that I'm still alive
that I'm still breathing,
that we're still human,
in this inhuman world
from which we hail.
And even if we're the only two left,
the only two realities in the world
of illusions and ephemerants,
I would gladly take it over being alone
sequestered as I was in a place of blindness.
I do not regret the angry times.
Though I still must ask forgiveness for mine
They show me that I'm not perfect, true,
but they prove I'm not perfectly bad.
They put a little grey in our white ways
and black ways.
I do not fear picking up the phone,
putting the reciever to my ear,
and hearing your voice spill forth.
I can find no reason to,
I can't even find a reason to hesitate.
There are only upsides to this thing.
This entity that lives with me,
In my chest, and on most occassions,
the reflections on my wrist.
All the little "me"s that you've
so graciously thought to give,
to live so close to me.
All the smells of you that faintly
place themselves on those globes.
I can remember only Spider Webs and Flowers.
The way you stare into the sunset,
and maybe you're wishing you were there,
Inside that bright place.
But if you do, I can hope but one thing.
That you wish I was there with you.
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Submission Name: Of Spiderwebs, Flowers and Sunsets
