Continue to Love

Perhaps love is only meant for a season. People come into our lives for many a reason but we don’t often know at hand, we just have to trust God’s plan. Dreams are birthed when our feet faulter off the path, turning to hope rather than wrath. They catch our hearts to pull us back to the Way, of finding a love that will stay.

So let’s make a pact… that we won’t take love away when our bodies are gone, but will transform love to a different kind of bond. So that we will not be the cause of the void in someone else’s soul, but will be the reason someone else still feels whole.

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Love is my mental illness

When I can’t stop the fight to reach the light of your soul. When I disappear so you don’t hear my heart fall asunder. When I trek on and on in this role despite the ache rolling through my chest like thunder.

A little crazy never hurt no one.

How I let you go every other day: I cannot stay it seems. How I cling to the fling that was a red hot flame. How I see you in my dreams and hope for the long-lasting steady burn of your love game.

A dash of insanity could be fun.

Why I obsess and overthink over my fear of rejections: Your affections are my reprieve. Why I request of Amor, a bequest from above. Why I get so worked up and try to leave until your spirit mingles with mine to command, “Be still my love.”

A pinch of madness is better than none.

Darlin’ I’m nuts about you. But when you’re gone… This love is my mental illness.