I don’t believe in love,
the four letters stay still in my mind,
no grand staircase leading to a dream.
Love is a cold wind on your back
as the fire burns your eyes,
Love is a tear swallowed by the ocean.
love is the silence after a yell,
the gap between stars and death,
the same phenomenon disguised by poetry.
Love is walking alone with the moon,
wondering if the car behind you
will be the last thing you see.
Love is an impossible idea,
but the most important one.