For a Love Junkie Like Me

sometimes i wish for love
like a black and white movie
before technicolor
burst onto the scene
with new shades and hues
saturating the screen
with its yellows and blues.

i wish i could see him
for what he really is
for what is actual and rational
not beautiful or colorful
like a black and white movie.

but what would love be
if passion lost to reason?
it would be too easy.
there would be no music,
no beauty, no soul.
just facts without feelings.

nothing to write about
nothing to cry about
nothing to bless
nothing to curse
nothing to slowly die for…

without love
in all of its colors
with all of its tortures
there would be nothing
to die for, no reason to live
for a love junkie like me.


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