Why do people have to be so complex?
We can't ever just exist,
Its in our nature to long for more.
To be more than just ourselves.
To have a mate. To create offspring.
Because despite thousands of years being civil and intelligent,
We must follow the biological drives that guide us every day.
Despite the fact that we are a tiny,
Incomprehensibly small speck in an
Incomprehensibly huge universe,
We must have our own stars, too.
We must be just as complicated as the universe is.
This makes us happy,
This makes us sad,
This makes us want to end our own practically meaningless lives.
Above all of it, the most confusing thing is the most necessary for the continuation of our species.
Love.
Why the hell is it so hard to escape?
In the past I've struggled on a leash of
Stabbing, horrid, painful spikes.
All for headpats and kisses that came few and far between.
Despite being kicked,
Thrown,
Starved,
And tormented,
I loved for the few and far moments of love and affection.
Why?
Despite me being a broken,
Difficult person,
Who adds so much stupid complication to his life,
He loves me.
Why?
Despite my deep, undying conviction,
My love so pure it fills me to the brim,
My deepest desires to build a life with him,
I long for more than him.
Why?
Why is it that I wouldn't mind it?
Why is it?
It makes me so confused.
I view the world under such scrutiny
That it's no wonder I question something so pure of motivation.
Yet of course I can. I've experienced corruption of said motivations plenty of times.
And he,
He's the most confusing of all.
I've done nothing but hurt him,
Or at least it feels that way.
Yet here he is.
Stupidly in love.
Why? There's no point.
Why are humans so complex?
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PoetryVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
