let me speak candidly.
fuck if it actually
factors in past hurts and
tactlessly lasts with me...
Surely the faster we master
the act of compassion we'd answer
these questions more truthfully
Clueless to how the
emotions can rule us, we
do this to others at first opportunity
trying to spin this "love" thing into
monsters we
constantly
try to apply that shit logically
dodging the hurt that
converses nostalgically
verbal abuse makes its presence a noun
solid, it lessens the strength of obsession when
honesty festers and
messes around
"love" is an action, a view and a saying
so I can relate to why you say "expression" -- but
Love
is a fraction of our state of being
and often mistaken for fleeting when bound
maybe we're taking the wrong definition, for
Passion
devours the rest of our whole
one cannot truly exist without other so
lovers confuse the two conflicting roles
you say that the broken can always be mended but
how many women conform to their men?
how many of em distorted their morals and
suddenly found themselves shorted again?
love makes you do
stupid things just to
save
or remain
or be needed
or be validated
but writers will know when
the moment is over
and give it a name
much less complicated
