Why must space fill this place in my heart?
Why must we be in separation to solve this distress?
When my mind yearns and my body craves,
what it deserves.
Why must we be speaking words,
yet not saying a thing.
Confusion fills these doors to my mind
As I try harder and push forward
Why is it complicated for me to love
When my heart was what I wanted to give
You didnt except
What was so precious to me
Should have been precious to you
Never knew pain this great
I want to just bust out
Never contimplated death
I try to see past this day of confusion
Where Ive given up so much of myself
Only to come up with spare pieces of what you left over
Im stuck in this love alone
And I dont know where the ends meet
Or how to fill what has been lost
I keep trying to avoid this moment in time
When alone is where I stand
Looking into my apartment walls
where shadows of my reflection reside.
Chasing away this moment in time
I say to myself, "it's better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved before"
Was this love?
When your memory only leaves burnt traces of hatred
If this is love
Where are you?
Maintain balance in life. Nothing in excess and extreme is never good. Balance.