Where there is love, there are broken hearts and abused emotions.
There are careless silences, and carelessness is innocent and bitter.
Bitterness is maddening and makes you crazy, makes you wonder and wondering gets you no where ...
much like hate.

Where there is love, there is a hurt so deep and neglected that is
drives the will to breathe from deep within your lungs.
Makes you choke on all the reasons to go on.

Where there is love, there is a need so strong that though there were maybe cause to feel satisfied
you find yourself awake at night with tears upon your pillow
that even sleep did not have the power to retain.

Where there is love, there is an acid like enigma
Makes you curse your ignorance of things
you never could have known
Makes you restless, makes you rootless
Makes you chainless, makes you trapped.

Where there is love, there is a fist that strikes you once
and then again, never stops and yet never draws blood
Because blood could make you turn away, but still it never shows.

Where there is love, there is a tendency to linger
in the most unsettling of circumstances
There is a tendency to stay in the middle of the hell
you choose to love
There is a tendency to hold onto the fistfuls of sand that slide so easily to the ground.

Where there is love, there are hours of wasted time
Or not so much wasted as spent on seemingly futile efforts
Hours of tears and curses and of words that have no meaning
when heard only by you.

Where there is love,there is blame and denial
in a bitter attempt to feel good
And what it all comes down to is everything is going to keep going round ...
going up, going down, going round again.

Where there is love, there is a price thats much to high to pay
and must be left for another to say "it's alright".
You will be poor and penniless when at last those words are said
But once uttered shall leave you richer than nature itself
Pathetic comfort.

Where there is love, there is time that lives constantly dislocated from inner truth
It joins and disconnects at such a speed that no one could possibly keep there sanity
If they refuse to leave it's unmerciful and vicious circle for a moment ease
To reflect and regain ... repossess some half ass courage.

Where there is love, there is a tear
And it breaks apart when it hits the ground into a million pieces ...
Each piece a memory.

Where there is love, there is a road ... a path, a street, a dried up riverbed ... whatever.
But it is long and tiring
Dirty, dismal, lonely, ugly, scary.

Where there is love, there is a child
Holding out her treasures to the stranger
in whom she puts her trust.

She sits beneath the shade
The shade of what?
Hope?
The Hope that is shattered
every time her beautiful friend turns his face away?
Dreams?
The same ones that scare her to death in her innocent sleep?

Patience?
The patience that is lost when contradiction runs wild?
It is the patience that makes her only wait longer.
Promises?
They're all lies
She's too young, too old, too wise
to believe them anyway.
Herself?
Well ... she never could quite master
the art of sitting in anothers shadow.

Where there is love, there is a lie
Not to speak the truth is not to tell the truth
and not to tell the truth is to lie
and the truth may not be sought after by anyone or anything
except your own screaming soul.

Where there is love, there is a life that everyone says is too short, but sometimes
feels much too long.
And in this long life, there is a self in which to become comfortably lost.
comfortably quiet, comfortably contained, comfortably ... uncomfortable.
and yet ... through all of this ...

Where there is love, there is still love
Unexplainable, undeniable, unreachable, inescapable
The mystery sucks you in
The mystery repels you
your hope in the .
unknown makes you feel a little
Makes you humble
Makes you feel childish
Makes you step back in mild disgust

With all these different pieces, different meanings, different holes
Love can only be called by one name
and in it's absence of definition brings you as close to "real" as you'll ever be.