I draw a little purple heart in the margin, Trying to soften the blow of the words. "Love is fucking terrifying, no matter who you are," The truest, scariest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s easier to pretend I’m just losing my mind, To agree with the text that I’m the "delusional" kind. Because if I'm just crazy, then maybe I'm safe from the fall. But if this is real love? God help us all.