”Tell me about love.”
I can define it,
I can recommend books,
I can list the symptoms and effects,
I can prattle off agape, philios, storge and eros.
I can recite a poem, or a sonnet by Shakespeare,
but
I
can’t
describe
it.

“Tell me about loss.”
I can see it,
I can observe it,
I can sympathize with it,
I can parrot motivational phrases,
I can list coping mechanisms and techniques,
but
I
can’t
mean
it.

“Tell me about life.”
I live it,
I know of it,
I can speak of its origins,
I can tell stories of its endings,
I can watch it go by, try to find meaning in it,
but
I
can’t
embrace
it.

Head or heart?
The question of the day.
Stop or start?
They pull a different way.
Head avoids pain,
Takes the safe route.
Heart feels the strain,
It ignores all the doubt.
But in the indecision,
the moment disappears.
Leaving you in division,
Broken heart spilling tears.

Love *****,
Because the only person I want to talk to is you,
And the only person I'm not talking to,
Is you.

Because I'm burning,
Yeah, I'm burning,
And I know I'm going to blister in these flames.

So I stay here,
'Til this smoke clears,
And I'll find you in the ashes that remain.

That fake smile can't disguise
the pain I feel inside.