That Love

Anyways, this is about confusion and love

Why?

Does it turn out this way

The feeling,

supposed to last forever

Gone,

without a single strand to grasp.

Fleeting,

is what love is.

Happy,

for a set amount of time,

Broken

when everything is gone.

Confusion,

as to what went wrong.

Depression,

bringing you down

Until

you find that love again;

Yearning,

to have it reciprocated.

Lost,

while searching hopelessly

Blind

to every emotion coming your way;

Desperate

to be freed of this rut;

Clueless,

as to when you’ll feel again.

Love

that is so strong;

Unfaltering,

always to stick around.

Endlessly

the amount of devotion

Searching,

for the strength

To live,

finding that place

Where

all is peaceful and serene.

If only

I could find that love.

 

 

Author's Note

This was written under 5 minutes. The words just spewed from my head to my fingers down to the paper. That's how it's supposed to work, right? Funny how relationships are good catalysts for writing