oh how we are coloured in past tense,
the paintbrush dipped into black and white,
yet my longing for you never ends,
the exposure dimmed and still, despite,
everything that i have ever known
pasted on the palm of your hands,
everything i was ever shown
is enough and i understand,
that behind the scenes
the ribbon tangles and unwinds
whatever it was meant to mean,
i'm thankful for our time,
these stanzas of words i repeat
aren't laced in persuasion for you
even if we're not meant to be
these words only speak the truth,
i love you, simple and plain,
no metaphors of summer or evening rain,
i just love you, will that be okay?
i'm not searching for something to gain,
i am whole with you and without,
my heart isn't empty or fixed with a void,
you must know, i would never doubt,
the choice of surrender when my feelings should be destroyed,
you are not some additional piece of me,
you are you, only you,
without you i can still see so clear,
but here is my point of view,
if you were necessary to my existence,
you would be labelled in red,
you would be mandatory and hence,
why you're not a need, no, instead,
i choose you again and again
and again and again and again.
YOU ARE READING
love stains
Poetry[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
