I don't know how, probably never will.
The capture of understanding eludes me
there is no definable logic or reason.

I wish I could capture all the molecules invading the senses and elements of mystery that constantly reshape themselves with the answer being you to the question of love.

For these fleeting seconds, I am fully completely adamant without doubt

For every fibre of my wishing different there seems to be an antidote ready to mute any plausible argument
You don't fit me well
You complement me perfectly
You don't see it my way
You see my endless potential
You wreak of disaster,
You smell so **** good
The argument goes on
Till i suspect the day I surrender
Twisted up in a messy kaleidoscope of love
As dark as it is light
But I am a shadow of thought
A beckoning dream
Contorting into a nightmare
Curious to capture
Hard to take hold
Designing your delusion
Bringing nothing but confusion

I suspect I never will succumb
Except for those few moments
How quickly and darkly they pass
I am happy here staving off
My affections for your disaffections
While you Completely disarm my ever rearming senses
I loathe you as much as I love you
I scramble all the pieces of you only to find them in my heart
For this second any way and after the next,
Perhaps,
perhaps,
perhaps?