The thought of love captures you,
Like a camera grabs an image.
The idea of loving another,
is like a bundle of fire waiting to explode from the inside out.
You never realize how much you have to give,
until you receive it.
One day she says, one day.
But then reality kicks in.
Alone in the darkness,
to scared to reach out.
The pain becomes unbearable,
the ache, the swelling, the tears,
all become too much.
The ongoing cycle of being useful to some by getting toyed along the way, becomes easier than being hurt by the one you love. Being the porter call, becomes more convenient than a confused mind, and confused heart.
Wanting to be enough is all one could want, but that isn’t ones job to complete.
The time will come, where both hearts will be full, and content, ending in an overflowing river, flooding with joy and happiness, allowing the world to continue smoothly, without the interference of heartbreak.
One day she says, one day.
Life is a Story to Tell 