a poem about love and what it does to me. |
-At one time I could look into your eyes and see a beautiful unconditional never ending bond that would form a future of freedom and family...residing in the greatest house of dreams that only two hearts in love can create...but I guess things, much like people...change. I've been here the entire time...I've watched it all change. -I look into those same eyes and the undeniable change is painstakingly clear,...that bond, gone...can it be found? that great house of dreams created by those two hearts in so much love is now a decayed version of itself...take a step toward the house and you're hit with the stench of emotional eviction and rotted affection...nothing can live in a house with a smell like that but it seems to be all I have, it's consuming my future while haunting my past...the demons they grin with bone-chilling laughs that echo through as I roam the halls of this house. -Years ago I gave up on love, I had no use for it, I didn't want it...I wouldn't budge. I could no longer stand the thought of being hurt by someone I loved do much...but of course you came along just to fuck that all up. I gave into you, I gave in again and now it's over...emotionally sober. -I'm lost in this place of horrific beauty...trapped in a home built on lost hopes...I lurk through the shadows...I'm a spy in this house of love. -I long to feel at one with someone...I ache to feel the touch of my soulmate, but I'm stuck, a slave to love ever after...I'm a slave lead astray by my master so it's your love I'm constantly after...I will spend a lifetime in this house with everything I have...this lonely heart, an open-mind, and these tired hands. -I'll re-construct this house of love and dreams as best I can...everything will be beautiful again, it will grow intensely with heartfelt truth...this house will be painted in the colors of unconditional affection and furnished in mutual respect and devotion...this house can never be sold it stands to tell the greatest love story ever known, it will never wither again, it can never fall. -So I'll stand here and wait, waiting here in the doorway for you...I'll be here to look you in the eyes...here as a spy, a spy in the house of love. |