In The Showcases of Love

The curtain peels back for the final call.
“It’s been one hell of a ride, kid, but you put up a good fight”, a reassuring voice…familiar, comforting, but in need of recognizance…immediately placates my explosion of nervous energy.
Fiddling nervously I have no idea how I got here, how many times have I been in such a loving place where there is no path, no path to show me how I got here and how I should exit, given the need to. It’s the need to that got my heart pumping faster, my mind feeling out the world of “If’s” and it is in that world that I may flee back to darkness from which I came, all because I believed you believed I could Not be the one.
In that ultimate, immaculate thought conception, I saw the clear reasons I wanted to take Life from my body. I needed no more excuse nor factual evidence to prove myself that I should simply
not exist.
I relax, recline on my heals, then fall back into the warm darkness of “trust”. I never thought I’d have the balls to do it. Turns out, it didn’t take Balls. It just took on hell of a distorted belief of my so-called Truth, entirely too many prescription pills and a knife off a bottle opener.
And
And Then
I stopped
Dead in my tracks
At What?
A smile so sacred that nothing in this planet could make a parallel reaction shine through my eyes and in to hers, with all the force of world surrounding us, with US surrounding us and all of the word of bullshit dialogue of what was forced into our lives like a fucking movie. Nothing could stop us, or should I say me, with that one smile, as broken as the world may see me. I am yours in your smile.
I could write it whatever way I want, tell an epic tale to a stranger as fiction or fact, adventure or comedy, love story or heavy tragedy. All, balled up in one, could unravel in a heartbeat as a showing of affection, trust, or a cry for company. What I really needed was a dose of reality I could Hang On To, and release me of the prison of my emotional entanglement with my ego. Your smile, piercing eyes and perfected art of Living Life…
…too the Fullest…
We are all addicted to the faces of Love.