Balance | By: Cody Beck | | Category: Short Story - Love Bookmark and Share


It rips,

It tears,

It burns,

Except for when I have it.

Being away removes my heart from my chest,

Takes my breath,

Steals my soul.

It has no form.

It invades my dreams.

But there is a connection and I enjoy every second of it.

Life without it is no life at all.

But as much as it tears at my very existence,

And stains my essence,

It is a pleasure,

A necessity.

And thatís how I know that it is there,

That itís true.

Because thatís what love is.

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