Love
Thursday, March 6, 2008
To have loved and lost, or to have never loved at all.
Not a tempest of infatuation,
incomparable to your heart's palpitation.
Neither the blindness of lust,
nor a fleeting crush.
There's no simplicity,
it is all but monotony.
It is not a hunch, neither an obsession.
From a butterflies in the stomach to a jittery confession.
Distant from the trickle of your tear, yet far from a skip of the heart.
Little can be done, to tear that desire apart.
Little of the material but everything from the soul.
Without you, I'd be everything but whole...
(do not rip anything, this was self composed)
To the optimist, to love and to lose. I once thought I was in that position, where I lost, but countless times, I was given second chances, sometimes I felt much to my disdain.
I thought I wanted to escape from it all then, look in a new direction and hardly turn back. Now I'm at a fork, deciding between friendship and love. The road behind has been smooth, with minor exceptions. But you know what really sucks?
When the one you love starts becoming your best friend too.
penned by joel at 7:01 PM
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