Real love

Give me happiness

soft pyjamas, and a bowl of popcorn on a comfy couch kind

I want no jewels. I want a certain comfort of a peculiar kind.

Give me a real adventure, the sweaty, bloody, street kind. The sort that gets you by surprise, 

not the safety-harness, instructor, ropes and buckles sort.

That's not a real adventure

Give me love

the messy

sweaty

dirty

struggling

free-falling 

and aching

painful kind.

Not the red roses, fairy-tale-white-wedding, 

marble floors and crystal chandeliers kind. 

That way, I know it's real. 

Don't give me roses, 

I don't know what to do with them. 

Give me spontaneous crazy love... 

give me secrets... 

and smiles-at-the-right-moments kind of love, 

unforgettable kisses that catch me off guard, 

the natural kinda love, 

tears and heartache 

the kind that sees past the uglies and scars and the sickness... 

throw-your-life-away sorta love... 

the bitter-sweet-memories kind of love... 

The kind that makes me cry and laugh... 

The been-through-it-all-together-kind. 

Sweaty, sandy, smelly love, strong, comfort love... 

Give me dust over glitter, 

Good books over jewelry... 

Ripped jeans over silks

Give me a mud floor instead of marble... 

Give me love