I read her writing
But my eyes refuse to see
I heard her say she is in love
But my ears refuse to hear
My heart aches an all too familiar pain
My chest tightens at the thought
My tears escape me for they've run dry
After all these years, I've trekked the minefield that is love
But why?
What is on the other side?
I look around at the others here, tip toeing their way through it
Some gaining distance
Others detonating in place
This is no way to live
So why do it?
Why tip toe when you can close your eyes and run
Letting only your heart be the guide
Or why try at all
That's the question I guess
What. Is. Love.
Is it a trick of our own existentialism?
Or is it something different?
Something real.
Some stop walking the mind field
While some continue faster than before
Ever chasing that White Rabbit
Hoping to feel just a breeze, from Wonderland
Not me, not anymore.
I have finally realized..
You are no longer my Alice.
YOU ARE READING
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