Love is like an electric shock that is there and then gone.

It’s that quick eye contact before you smile and look down.

I ask why you look down when you smile,

Then I remind myself out loud that your smile shines too bright sometimes.

Love is here and then gone and that’s how I know I love you.

You were here for so long then gone in half the time.

I watched as you came into my life baring rage and scars,

Then I let you shoot that rage into an empty space I called myself.

Just a taste of the words you speak and that’s when you ran out of the spice on them

And once the spice was gone you gave me a taste test and I wanted you to bake me a cake.

Where the oven is your brain and the thoughts the ingredients and let them bake until done.

Let them drizzle out of your mouth like a spring into a bare desert to repopulate;

The bare desert of my empty self that you let a forest grow upon,

A rain forest with beautiful colors of the thoughts and plans we made.

Those were the animals running amok in the forest; our plans bloomed and came to life.

Plans ever so lovely.

Lovely like your hair which I saw go from brown to blonde because of your troubles.

You changed yourself to hopefully impress me when I revived a never ending echo,

“You’re perfect the way you are. You are you. Please don’t change because I love you.”

That didn’t change and then you found more spice that I’d been digging up in my ditch

And even though I just kept digging myself a bigger ditch I just hoped I wouldn’t find spice.

Sadly, I found spikes not spice and I started to just hurt you instead of fuel you.

I was giving the spikes and you didn’t take them from me.

You took them and used them upon yourself.

“Your body is your temple” and I swear to god you tried tearing yours down.

The excavation of the foundation of your body was put on halt by the rain of tears.

The fog that my breath had created cleared and you realized what was going on.

So when you left…the electric shock left my body and I fell limp.

I’d been numbed by an elusive feeling that they call love and once gone I felt the pain.

I took back on my role as your lover and I reached for you as you left.

I reached to grab the pain back but you just ran further and further away.

I watched as you went through one then two and witnessed all the thoughts you could think.

I stayed even though all you said was go.

I told myself early on that if I was asked to stay with you and 1000 teachers told me my answer of staying was wrong, I’d still stay.

So, what happens when I’ve broken myself enough that I was able to breathe down my own neck saying the answer was wrong.

Well at that point I’d done enough stupid things that I still chose what seemed like the wrong answer,

But that night when you called and I spoke my thoughts and instead of hitting me with fire

You shocked me.

Figuratively and literally because like I’ve said, love is electric.

It took one thought and that thought echoed inside my empty being

Going as fast as light travels and my body lit up like an on switch was hit

Love is like an electric shock that is there and gone but even lighting can strike the same spot twice.