change

Sometimes we fall into love,
and sometimes we gently creep out of it.

That new love of effervescent youth
fades into

comfort,
peace
and deeper understanding.

And sometimes that comfort –
that peace –
is ridden by complacency,
maiming love’s back.

But broken love is still love.

Love doesn’t vanish into nothingness. It takes new forms.

 

5 comments

  1. Oh how I’ve missed reading you…. Good Lord, if it weren’t because life’s so busy as of late.

  2. Nicely said. I hate when people attribute “broken love” to “wasted love.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: