You’re infuriating.
When you don’t pick a side.
When you disagree for no reason.
When you don't let me in.

You’re exhausting.
When you can’t sit still.
When you don’t take my advice.
When you don’t keep me in the loop.

You are maddening.
You are strenuous.
You are accepting.
Calming, irritating, caring,  
You are loving.

You are you alone.
And you are perfect.

A poem is a poem!
Why is there a need for a title?
Silly little title.
Go away!

Poems are written deep within,
Is there a need for a title of your soul?

Poems speak what you're too afraid to say!
Why put a title on it!

Title, you may go.
There is no need for you to stamp me with judgement.

I say you my go!

Poems are what you want to shout. Express. Whisper.

Title you ruin it!

But

The title does let people know what it's about...
Maybe
You can stay little title line.... Maybe

Force yourself to choose, as dark & honest as it gets.
She said, "I don't require you." with eyes that can't recognize regret.

Matter cannot be created or destroyed
Is love the same
Has it always existed
In one form or the other
If so
My love and I
Well
We have loved forever (we just hadn't found each other)
And forever is a circle
Which means we never began and we will never stop

It's purple
And red
Bed
Made
Head
Laid
I think
I
Found
What
I
Wanted?