filter

does it ever feel like
you are piling gun powder
into a piece - prone to backfiring?

how can we so easily
be wreck-less with our emotions,
when there isn't even any
insurance coverage for our hearts?

why do we filter out
the inevitable, until
we simply can't filter
it out, anymore?

to truly love...
is to say no
to truly love...
is to let go
to truly love...
is to never know
I love you