TO LOVE IS BLIND

How do you eject the feeling that you’re falling in love with every God Damn person who moves you, who inspires you?

How do you stop the heart from leaping out your chest and laying still for all to breathe, observe, dissect?

How do you frame the boundaries of the soul, cement the lines

for which to cross would be a weapon to your pride,

to be unconscious, unaligned.

How do you tell your Heart that Love is God Damn fucking Blind

written by cassidy