Love.
What are you?
You only seem to come when I least need you
Never on those nights
Where I drown in my own tears,
When I can't seem to understand
The difference between
Dreams and Reality,
When the world around is falling in this abyss,
This hole of utter failure,
On those nights when I hug myself so tight
It seems that I disappear
From this loveless, cruel world
Love.
You are so selfish!
Taking away what is, or was, truly mine
That organ that can be so easily replaced
With a different pace
Of words and sentences
That wrap around my neck
I choke on these phrases,
These proclamations of love
I couldn't take it anymore.
I can't take it anymore
I need to be let free
But what is love,
If not chokingly true,
So true to reality
