Just that 'something' about Love

Love 

I slept in pain while drenched in it once. 

It caressed me silently, 

I thought that's it. 

I loved sadness, only when I bled though. 

Bled the love, I thought I had... We had.

Love 

I'm sure I've felt it before, 

once or maybe twice, maybe more.

It's nothing much, but it was quite nice. 

Infact it was only nice, when shared with you. 

Simply all these strange butterflies. 

The kind that are forever flattering by. 

Love...

Its the beauty thats in the chase of it. 

Love...

Its the beauty that is our saving Grace. 

Once you catch up to this fabled love. 

It's more about commitment, dedication, communication and drive. 

That's how I lost what I think was love I guess. 

I found it before I knew that... 

Love 

I hate that you cut so hard... 

Timeless thoughts of you and I. 

Fading, in an inexplicable yet blissful memory.

Her V2.0

I chose to write about "her" to infinity. 

It's like being in a place where the eye does not see. 

She'll read this and think "is he talking about me?" 

or will she even read this?

Yes, you! No, not you! 

But YOU the one I am speaking to with this piece.

Wait she wont, she cant, see my harsh but subtle rant. 

Maybe the truth was spoken way back when. 

Like these words placed on a page with my keyboard and not my pen. 

If I could make "her" mine again I would,

forget "her" I actually should. 

She may be toxic in "her" wholeness, 

yet I crave "her" presence...