Love...

Four letters as a priceless possession or miniature meaning disregarded disillusions or free flowing feelings with room to grow that not even high vaulted ceilings cripple the appealing nature to which it finds itself in. Blind to what begins and what ends to mend anything love is forever more valuable than any ring placed on the hand of the human being you love...

'Cause love itself is a circling bond exceeding expectations beyond borders built by selfless soldiers inculcating imitations infiltrating with lifeless hearts and souls of disorder no signs of composure...

But showing off the wounds of many moons prior where the love of his life turned to him with words cutting deep like a serrated knife thereafter he waited for sleep to come in countless nights where love to him meant the alcohol and gun by his side. And where am I? …

If a fairy tale love exists how do I find such bliss in this emotional wreck of collisions and slit wrists bleeding out “I once loved truly” and feeding off of “pleasure is beauty” and truthfully …

I'm lost in a maze of contradictions phased by past hurt addictions mixed with a haze of love's aroma inflicted in me to refocus and reclaim my pieces to this puzzle called love. But the tear is still there for fear of another not caring enough to hold a promise like love....

It can be a paradise or hell, now let me clarify collect and tell you how the hardest things in life are the farthest things from your mind to ever be thought upon, but love must be fought upon because it's the reason life offers us more to look forward to, it's not even what I love and who anymore I realize it's just simply I adore you forever more...