Human Conundrum

It always hurts to fall, and so it will always hurt to fall in love or to fall apart.

I lay down.

Am I in love?

And does he love me or just the idea of me?

And do I love him or us?

I am an aching human conundrum.

I somehow am a mystery, even to myself.

And so maybe I am not falling in love, and am only falling apart.

Or maybe I am falling in love and falling apart, because this is what love does to you. It plays with your mind until all that is left are signs from the stars.

Love takes reality from you and throws you into the deep end of the pool, it makes you swim.

Love tears you apart.

And so maybe we fall apart because we fall in love.

And so maybe I love him.