The process of loving
It hurts to my bones
And I try to toughen
Though it all feels like traffic cones

Those cones I place down
Attempt sticking to one path
A road leading to a town
Where love doesn’t have as many rules as math

I don’t need love
Is what I heard from a friend
But it sounded so rough
Since I see love as a godsend

And I know it is a constant pain
Watering a dying crop
With my efforts in vain
So why don’t I stop

Stop nurturing that flame
Banish out that feeling
Switch to a different lane
Maybe start healing

But I cannot heal without love
I’d miss the ecstatics
Life would be so tough
Empty like an essay without its appendix