Things they never tell you about falling in love

by Imperfectlyfifty

And no one tells you
that the fingers around your throat are your own
or that the air you so desperately need
is forced out of your chest by your own lungs 

because when they talk of love
it’s not like this
not love that consumes only love that shines
like the sun through a window
or a rip in the curtain  

there is no warning
letting go is like lifting your hands from the wheel
and veering off an edge where your feet can’t feel the ground
it’s bottomless and you want it to stop
but you don’t
it’s all you have left  

because nobody tells you
that when you love
everything that you are is because of who they were
and letting them go
is like a power cut  

there’s no light.