i've had some problems 

but that's a gross understatement

i go up

and then down

and up 

and then crashing back down again

and rising to the realm of clounds

and shattering into the ground and below

 

but why

i've tortured myself as to why i can't stay up like a bloon

or at least float like a skiff

 

but then i realized

 

i'm in love

 

and i do love her

and she does love me even though she does terrible things to me

and i could never ever be without her

because i fell in love

with loving life itself

 

love hurts and it hurts but the happy moments are pure and uninhibited and glorious

and i felt the hurt when i cry myself to sleep and look at my scars and wonder if it's even worth it

but it is

when i feel the pure joy

the lazy breeze that cools a river and my lazy limbs, hanging over the side

the smile on her face when i made her

exactly what she wanted

the unbridled excitement when he learns his first song, plinked out awkwardly and strange

but beautiful

in its own strange way

 

i love life

even when i hate it and what it to leave me

i still love it

that's what love does to people

it makes them irrational and strange

and makes them want to hurt eachother

but at the end of the day

they'll still come together

to say

i fell in love

with you