Nov.28.2019
Love lies.
It turns you on but turns you off.
Not sexually, but communication wise.
You want to speak,
Toss words out of your mouth
Like a panther just unchained.
However, you cannot speak.
You can only stare on as she turns away.

As she turns away once again.
You seem to notice that more.
Every time she walks off,
Says goodbye,
Leaving once again.
You invest hope in the questionable God,
Pray that she’ll come back and talk again.
She almost never does.

You hafta lie to your friends,
Saying you’re completely fine...
But you can only say a trailing
“Yeah...”
As you stare at her.

You want to be by her side,
You want to have someone lean on you.
The darkest times will always haunt,
You want her to help your fear wash away.

Someone to lean on.
Someone to hold up.
Someone to cuddle,
As the night grows cold.

You haven’t once thought about
...
That
Thing
Called
...
consummation.

Love strikes you out of nowhere,
It’s never a soft, feathery, padded strike.
It’s quick, hard, and piercing.
Claws or a knife are probably involved.