Love.

LOVE.

I see it everywhere.

I hear it in every breath;

I long for it.

but

I am so destructive,

a wrecking ball shattering

my own existence.

I am a disaster,

and yet I see it,

I can hear the stories,

and dream of it.

but

I am so lost;

I turned left a long time ago

when I should have turned around.

I see it in reflections,

and hear it in distant echoes,

Imagine some future possibility

where I earned it

but

I am not capable of anything 

beyond seeing and hearing 

and dreaming.

Because it’s staring at me,

screaming at me across the street,

etching itself into my imagination.

but

It does not approach me

because it knows what I know

It knows

that I see something I cannot have,

hear words I don’t deserve to hear,

hope for a future I will never achieve

because I do not know how

to experience it

to allow it into my world,

to feel the weight of it.

but it watches me,

whispers in my ear,

taunts me with what it could be

if I were anybody

other than me.