Tiger Love

I'm not very well taught in love so don't listen to me. Just skip over this to tomorrow - things will get better.

That is not to say I am incapable of love. I love fiercely, like a tiger; I love dramatically, like a torrid novel; Love bursts in me like molten lava, like Old Faithful, like Mount Saint Helens. It just don't get out very well. "In me," did you catch that - in me! Inside of me, that means, like a tiger caged, like a torrid novel unread, like Old Faithful, capped! In me. Inside of me. . .

Don't you dare say I do not love. I have had that knife nick my ribs till marrow bled. And it hurt a lot, and that tiger eventually died.

But now the tiger lives again and feels more alive than ever before!