The Locksmith and the Dove

Accepting the death of a loved one is less painful.

Death of someone else, to you, is not fatal.

It is less painful than accepting a loved one.

Dealing with death can feel like a shot to the heart with a gun.

But I assure you, nothing is more excruciating than being in love.

And accepting the notion that it was pushed together by something above.

Finding "the one" is pictured as a happy ending.

When in reality it is just a mending.

It's a combination of the deepest longing a human can yearn for,

That puts you in touch with your very core,

And an unbearable, vulnerable mind set.

A thinking that will turn your mind in circles like a fair ride at a carnival.

It's terminal.

Kiss your sanity goodbye.

Your going to wish your memories of him would die.

Because when you accept the death of a loved one, it is done with.

The only one who can take away the good memories of the loved one, is a locksmith.

One hired to keep them safe and put away.

So they are untouched and will always stay.

You will grieve and move on and always see them in a certain way.

In a good light of a good day.

But when in love,

Your feelings are about as reliant as a dove.

Being in love with them will never falter.

Or the journey of wanting to make it to the alter.

No love is the state of feeling when something is great, it is spectacular.

And you both communicate with the same tongue of vernacular.

But when something is bad...

It's about as easy as looking at plaid.

The pain from the heart ache of being in love when things go wrong...

I promise is the worst of all.

It's less painful to burry a loved one six feet under.

Then sit and wonder,

Having your head hurt from the complication of heart break thunder.

The pain of a broken heart is yes implicating in both situations.

But one hurts just slightly a bit more.

Only by a fleshy ounce.

It is only something comprehended when experienced.

Heaven from above,

I hope you are never urged to write something this serious.