I'm in love. It's that simple. I'm in love. I feel like I can rise above everything in my constant state of happiness, but then she leaves me and I'm sad in my other state of sappiness. I text her things while she's gone, trying to express how much I care. How I long for her body in my arms and her soft flowing hair in my fingers and how the scent still lingers from last nights *** caused by lovely teasing triggers and her asking, "What happens next?". I've been drawn in too deep and I don't want to leave, cause this love is not cheap and it's pretty easy to thieve. But I'm pretty sure this love is true and we both feel the same, cause I'm still feeling blue and I'm still feeling pain. I do understand love doesn't take this away. We'll still hurt in our anguish, we'll still writhe and we'll ache. We still have to take part in the chaotic piece of the play. So sing during your skit and everything will be okay. Play your part in life and don't forget your lines. You must endure the strife until your end of times. Until the credits roll and your names in shining lights. Read the script, understand your role, please be wise. Love is suffering when there's any length between, the two lovers loving from their heart loving machines. Like magnets must be in pain when they're that far apart, but still close enough to gravitate towards their red and silver hearts. We are magnets and that pull is our love, and this love isn't stagnant cause its flowing out my gloves when you hold my hands in the cold winter weather, showing me the love that I couldn't get from Heather. I'm sorry I just went there, but it was a rhyming opportunity, back then I couldn't think of anything except her and I in unity. That one way love that wasn't going anywhere, where she would only take and I would only share. But now I am happy most of the time, when I'm not with you then I'll continue with my rhymes. The two things that end up making me happy every single day, writing poetry when shes not here, and when she is, my girlfriend Aim.