I think you know the deep scary truth that you won’t admit. The little voice that utters the painful truth that you’re conscious has not yet agreed too.
The misguided loyalty that confuses itself with love with the possibility of a forever after fairytale. The brief pause and hesitation as you day dream of happiness in 10 years with what’s his name?
The uncomfortable idea that this might not be right. How unhappy can you really be? Have you wasted all this time? Progress is all but empty promises with delayed times lines of next year, which turn into a 5 year plan which looks like a retirement scheme, which in turn never happens in this life.
It’s not your fault but rather your excuse to keep tagging me along. How frightening is the thought that I might make you happy and that it scares you that I'm the one? But rather be scared at the idea of me not being there anymore.
One morning my side of the bed is cold, the cupboards empty, slippers gone and toothbrush disappeared. My love this is it, I am the one but do you love me? Can you commit to me? The affection that is pure, although my love is innocent as though the melting dew in summer’s rays, only sweetness reveals the nature.
Should happiness entangle itself with you? I’m convicted by loneliness to endure a journey that never ends. How tragic is love that is sentimental about you and the spring morning gently says goodbye.
I bare the marks and sworn torn tattered wrenches that is love. Allow loving arms to constrict your lies that ripple in my heart only to destroy my image of a former self that once was proud.
I know, I somehow knew, I now know the meaning the understanding of how you make me feel. I connect with the meaning of love and face that I grew old with texture of the trials we triumphed over together.
Much to think about. I like a lot of lines which are very nicely composed and state your thoughts in a fresh way that contains a lot of meaning and feeling.