Down the rabbit hole

I am in love with the idea of you

An idea that was born

and raised from

chance

I am caught in 

something that beauty grew

and flowered from

a void 

 

all of this is a betrayal for me

sadly familiar

and you would think

I would have learned from the hard lessons

taught from following

such feeling

down the rabbit hole

 

 

but never the less

alone and

fully conscious of the pain

I broke the stem

and breathed it all in

so I could hold it tightly

 in my chest

and love

until inevitably

the worlds reason

suffocates us.