Love and Fire

Two Feet told me love is a bitch and I suppose they knew their shit. 

But isn’t that what life lives on? Love...

After all that’s why you shuffle your frazzled, coffee buzzed self out the door every morning, right?

To conquer whatever it is that sets your soul on fire. 

Out of love. 

Lord I pray you do it all for something you love. 

If it were smudged on canvas it might look like you got ahold of some finger paints and tripped..twice. 

That’s ok, me too. 

But it’s beautiful when it all comes together, love and fire. 

Fight your battles with grit teeth, just don’t let a battle become your war. 

When your heart catches a warm breeze, rest easy and breathe that moment in deep. 

Let love spark your fire instead of pain. 

And when flames are soldering your knuckles and splitting your lips, grin as the blood drips. 

This world belongs to the strong they say.

Irony giggles at these words coming from mine of all lips. 

Get tough, tears when you must. 

White knuckles of a curled fist, keep your guard up. 

Find your heart and give it away. 

At your most frightened moment, jump. 

Breathe and bleed. 

That’s all life really is isn’t it? Love.. and what makes you do it. 

XoXo, Gussie