Passion and love have always been difficult emotions for me to process. As an empath, they can both overwhelm me, confuse me, leave me vulnerable and insecure. But I believe in order to live my best life, I must allow the fullest expression of myself to reach the surface. Balance, boundaries, an early bedtime help me not feel some of the weight. I wrote this a long time ago, but every time I go back to read it, it speaks to me like I penned it yesterday.


Turbulent seconds rush faster than my heart can beat

Quicker than I can run to meet love halfway

I try to avoid these floating moments of ecstasy

The mad craving for your skin, your furious breath in my hair

Wanting to travel through nirvana with you

Dripping into each other like sizzling rain

Keeping my back against the wall

makes it easier to sleep alone

tracing memories

where love learned to leave

Creating devotion in letters and

moments of pure intelligence

Because love makes no sense

to the trained eye

It creates chaos that

leaves the bathwater dirty

Fleeting joy running naked

through a den of clouded rooms

panting like dogs before supper

Waiting for our passion to collapse and then near reunion

Probing over and under each other

For handles to hold and attach ourselves everlasting

when my fear wants to take up strings

to lift me away from you

I try to receive the concrete of this need

for your hands and heart unshielded beneath my heat

wherever you end up in my life

letting that be a place I can go to

for reconciliation