+Love+

My heart, a fragile vessel, crying out

Not of joy, nor of sorrow, but between

Sometimes a mere whisper, sometimes a shout

It cries to something invisible, unseen

Something that exists as if it were a dream.

This something, it is so pure yet blinding.

It gives you freedom, yet it is binding.

It brings you joy, peace, and yet it makes you accursed.

For once Love's been tasted, nothing can satisfy your thirst.

That torture-loneliness-being the worst.

With all love's negativity,

That one moment of bliss filled me

With compassion, joy,

And peace, and even insanity.

Then it abandoned me,

Almost killing my humanity.

Hence why my heart, a fragile vessel, is crying out.

Not of joy, nor of sorrow, but something in between.

The lonely cry, sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout.

It cries to something invisible, unseen.

Love, which exists as if it merely a dream.