Point of reference..
Love is a choice.
A curse.
A senseless act.
A self inflicted misery.
I spend my days contemplating eloquent gestures of romance.
Your life choices are an enigma to my thought process.
There is doubt in my bones.
Belief in my lungs.
Scares on my skin.
Love in mind.
Everyday I become weaker.
Every night I am persuaded by the world that love doesn’t exist.
Steadfast are my intentions.
She lives unaware of my sadness.
In love with herself.
Mine comes second to nothing.
Who am I?
What am I doing to myself?
Does this punishment fit my crimes?
Can I compare the contrast of her dark and my light?
I am an animal from my head to my toes. I bleed in different colors depending on the scar.
I place my passion for her on a pedestal of air. Weightless and pure I find it floating from my grasp.
I have waited in breaths to bring back love. I’ll keep company with stars until the right time. Someone save me before I flatline.
This love is so loud when you’re are not around.
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