Blythe

They lied to you about love, you see, they said it was always
supposed to feel good and warm and happy, they said it was
something you'd be given, something you'd have to earn, or
deserve, they said it was all butterflies and angels and light,
but really it was always you, naked, raw and alive, cracked,
whole, vulnerable, shaky but real, inhaling a cosmos, exhaling
euphoria and the darkness and the grief and the joy of
humanity and sometimes not knowing what the hell you're
doing or how you're still alive.

~Jeff Foster

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