Sometimes love is a goddamned train wreck, at least for some of us, the few walking wounded, the zombies of defunct love. The euphoria one feels when you first fall in love fades into a thunderstorm of softball size hail pelting you from all sides. The train wreck type of love feels like getting stuck in quicksand or a tar pit of emotion. You struggle to understand how something that should feel good has you trapped, and the more you struggle to break free, the more you sink into its dark, happiness sucking, emotion destroying abyss.
Its called train wreck love because it feels like your standing on the track wanting to feel good all the while you can see the freight train barreling down towards you, horn blaring, light flashing and diesel engine roaring until its too late. In the end, you’re standing on there alone while that humongous train is on its side, derailed smoking and on fire, train cars spilling their contents all over the sides of the tracks, just like your heart. Your left physically unscathed but emotionally you feel like that diesel engine, no longer humming, wondering what the hell just happened to get you where you are now, unable to function and dying from the wounds.
We’re left alone in your very own vacuum of solace to wonder, think, contemplate, and finally come to the conclusion that it might be that you are destine to be the type that will only have train wreck love. For most, love is a sunshiny feeling, they are full of joy, newness, goddamned cotton candy clouds following them around for the rest of their lives. They know nothing of what train wreck love is like, for the few who have felt this way it is mostly when we, are in love alone. When we love those that will not love us back and until we can finally step off the track and let that train pass, we will never break away.