Sometimes I find myself getting overwhelmed,
By the intensity of fear that ripples through me,
When anyone suggests me to love anyone else,
I ask myself
Could I ever go down a path like that?
I guess, I can.
Love someone else, I mean, in some ways.
But I'll love you with all the loves,
In all the ways,
Forever and
Always.
Because most of the poems I have written
Can be broken down,
Into a simple word: love.
And love has never been a feeling to me,
It is a person,
And it's you.
And if someone finds it twisted,
I am sorry,
But I'm not going to apologise,
For the way I feel.
So, for this once,
I decide to cave into my selfishness
And hope the stars align right now,
To make a wish for us.
Because every day without you,
Is like going to a war zone,
Where I'm the only soldier,
And I still end up losing,
With my blood on my hands.
And this war will only stop,
When we have found,
The missing pieces of ourselves,
In each other.
It's too late for my poems to make sense. I'll edit it in the morning.