"Find what you love and let it **** you" -Bukowski*
this is a response to this quote i find intriguing.*
well i found what i love, and it
wasn't the type of love
you can get over in a day or in a year.
that love came in a form of a human
being, a great genuine boy-- well i thought.
he wasn't the most perfect human being
in the world,
but i loved him.
slowly but surly, the love we had
didn't last.
he started to move on with out me
leaving me behind.
but in my mind,
oh god how much i loved him,
i couldn't seem let him go.
the love that i had for this boy,
slowly did end up killing me.
not physically but emotionally.
the sad part of it all,
i don't know if i should believe
in love anymore.
just random thoughts i had when i read this quote all put together.