love is...

and love is this pensive passionate indignant way we convulse in the dark
something to hold dear and talk about our relations when your back did arc
so blindly did you follow, so long were you docile
indoctrinated by the world that you thought would never again revolve
keep the clarity clear and the hallucinations on call
you'll never again be able to feel a feeling like his enveloping arms
wrapping your body with decomposing promises he fed to the charms
they eat with impunity of your indicative nature you produce with alarm
aftermath rises from your broken tears that shatter the sky in revolving times
clock hands shifting slowly while we miss each others broken insanity
lingering here in your shadow of the decisions you made hastily
a whole new comparison for your hopeful interactions with vacancy
will keep me here in my position; a wall away from your divinity
give me one kiss and i'll give two back that's really all i ask


~No give backs. love plays for keeps.

Love,
Digress.