loving someone

i tell you, right here, right now. loving someone who is broken and scarred does not give you the guarantee to become lucky. what's worst is that you have to become patient and understanding - even how time takes up over heart. now, i tell you. how one should be careful in loving someone who has brown eyes and puckered lips. they are the warnings your parents warned u about, they are the plants that are in your garden wanting to be watered, they are the pouring rain outside, they are the twinkling stars in the night sky, they are the fruits hanging up on the trees. this is how one should be careful enough. they are everywhere. they are in the air, in the dark, in the silence. loving someone, in general, is a fountain. it cannot stop and will forever pour out of the sink. it will flow and it will surround your veins, will gratify the blood that is in your body. it will feel warm, it will feel red. it will be passionate, will be burning. but in the simplest sense, loving someone is a universe. it is conspired between planets and destinies, constellations and blackholes. it cannot be defined through scented waters and air, but it can be seen through kindness and affection but be careful in loving someone with broken pieces. it can hurt you in the process. with every affection given comes tragic reciprocation. it can leave you hanging, messed, damaged, and ruined. it can pull out the deepest secrets, it can unveil the mask you're wearing, or it can reveal the book you've been keeping. but despite the odds , continue to love. even if its fleeting and overwhelming. even when it can possess and take over you. continue to love because of moments and flashes, and because you are free and open to love. love between old bedsheets and dark vinyls. love along with the vast night sky with hot coffee and a book. love along with fireflies and shooting stars. love with sugar rushes and most importantly, love with stardust.