They say we don't fall in love, it rises through us.
Yeah, like vomit rises through us.
That's what love is, this vile fluid ripping your insides out.
Makes your world spin out of control.
Maybe love is this gross event.
Sometimes it hurts, other times it hurts beyond belief.
Your heart is pounding, you can't breathe, you can't think.
It always happens when you least need or want it to.
When it hits you it is scary and hard to control.
Even when you expect it, you are never really ready.
Afterwards you feel sick and yet relieved.
Still spinning, not sure what is coming next.
Domenique Nicole Marsico
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