oil painting by Jen Mazza
I have heard it said that love softens people, making them gentle and tender. But for me, love has never been a lullaby — it’s a roar, a tempest. I’ve never been more brutal for love. In the raw intensity of my emotions, I find myself unyielding, fierce, driven by a passion that refuses to be tamed or diluted.
I do not desire a love that is mediocre, a pale imitation of the real thing. I crave a love so deep, it drowns me in its depths, consuming every part of my being. I want to dive into someone’s soul, to lose myself in the labyrinth of their thoughts and dreams, to feel the weight of their existence pressing against mine.
Yet, in my quest for such profound connection, I still grapple with how to love someone without swallowing them whole. My love is a ravenous beast, eager to devour, to claim every part of the one I adore. It’s a relentless force, overwhelming and all-encompassing, leaving no room for half-measures.
I want to fill my mouth with your name, let it roll off my tongue like a sacred chant. I want to eat you whole, to make you a part of me in the most visceral way possible, in the name of love. This hunger, this desire, is a testament to the depth of my feelings, an expression of a love that knows no bounds, no restraint.
In the end, my love is a consuming fire, burning fiercely and unabashedly. It’s not gentle, it’s not easy, but it’s real.
And in this brutal, consuming love, I find my truth, my passion, my all.
