I wrote this poem last night. I was listening to the soundtrack for Like Crazy, which just so happens to be one of my favorite movies. I just got inspired by the raw depiction of love in that movie and how I’ve never experienced it. This was the end product. I guess the only thing I can really say is that if you’ve never been in love, like me, your time is coming.
“God is like a mirror, consistent, stable, unchanging; reflecting His image of us, that is always changing. ”
"It would lurk forever in ordinary things. In coat hangers. Tomatoes. In the tar on roads. In certain colors. In the plates at a restaurant. In the absence of words. And the emptiness in eyes."
“But what was there to say?
Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.
Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”
Arundhati Roy - The God of Small Things