poem

POEM| It Isn’t Love

And when their love is strange, forceful, confusing...

Let's make this moment last a lifetime

I see you, all of you. The you hidden beneath your smile and bubbly personality...

It can start slow and become fast. It can start good.....

You’re the one I go to when I don’t want to go through the trouble I usually do with the others

You know me so well that even when I pretend you see beyond it

I hope that someday you’ll understand why I wandered into the unknown without you

Darling, you are beautiful, magnificent and enough.

The pain from hell is here again. It's attacking my insides, ripping me apart and I don’t know what to do...

The spoils of war have let me in a trance. I’m shaken from loss, but elated by the riches