Somethings of love

empty love
sitting in the seat next to me
the candle burns low
over our midnight spagetti
the tv’s never ending
noise quietly blares at me
shifting throughall the garbage
in your head
all the day to day bullshit
its meaningless even in
monotone.

I’m making the conscious decision of not falling in love
There’s things you feel, emotions, desires, what not and what you can do with them. We are not beings ruled by emotions. I choose to recognize what I feel, and not act on them. At least just on love. Because in the end, love is just a drug. A drug that pulls and twirls your brain into a frenzy of emotions making you feel breathless and flustered. What if the person you fall in love with, isnt looking for anything? what if you fall in love, and in the end you realize- you dont really know the person..love are chemicals that end up blinding you and straying you from your path. And the fun part is the FALLING in love right? what about afterwards?
This is the legacy my ex left me.
And it sucks because love is supposed to be such a pure and intoxicating thing. Love combined with the incredible thing that is intimacy and commitment. But I find myself being terrified of attachment and this is my decision, for now at least- I cant predict the future and nor would I want to.