love is not tragic
its indescribable
inconceivable
unreasonable
intolerable
and nauseating
it keeps you awake at night
haunting your dreams
your thoughts
your every wondering
it hinders you
your ability to sleep
your will to eat
and as ill as it makes you
you cling to it
because once you have felt it
you cant imagine being without
you dont miss the things you forget
the eating and the sleeping
they were the mundane
replaced by the intriguing
what you dont know
consumes you
the restlessness
uneasinessso
a disaster, perhaps
but its the one worth experiencing
its what we long for
and wish for
and write about
and sing about
and wait our whole lives
to fall into
even if its nothing
but an entrapment
and we love it
so thats the tragedy
