Love requires a certain symbiosis, and without this mutuality of emotions and union of the soul, love isn’t there. I don’t believe that love can flourish one-sided, and when it is one-sided it’s the most painful feeling there is. Like you’d happily give yourself to them and love them wholly, but they don’t want you or your love. I simply don’t believe there is a cure for this ailment.
I long for you,
the bewitching stare of your bright blue eyes,
the magic touch of your hands,
the silky feel of your lips,
the words you spoke,
which felt like shooting stars into my soul.
I lay here castrated by the pain,
the pain that stabs me in the stomach,
of the daunting realisation
that you’re not mine,
but I am yours.
The night awakens your emotions
like an evil witch with magic potions,
the night calls on you
to question everything you thought you knew.
Everyone else is going to sleep,
but not you
you lay awake and weep
and wonder where it went wrong too.
You yearn for the light of day
to come and take away
this heartache, this despair
but the sun wont show itself, it wouldn’t dare.
Love does not exist without us perceiving it,
in the same way that colours and sounds rely on our perception,
so too, does
We must feel it under our skin, presenting itself in our souls and masquerading as a
Love fogs up the clarity we so desperately cling to, and prevents the perception of life
before our beloved. Once love occurs in the heart, in the soul it is there forever.
Love rarely remains pure and unspoilt, and even after the fact of love the betrayal and
This pain presents itself like a wind parading around in a tornado, starting off small and
insignificant until it is all that we may perceive.
Love changes us, for better or for worse.