Everyone is different
Yet the same
As for me being different is being sane
I love hard & not at all
The two co-exist in harmony with in
For I'm at ease with such a decision
Simple Complexity and Complex simplicity
Or is it Simple simplicity with Complex Complexity?
I want to love you tenderly yet I want, must have my space
I wish you'd understand me, but even me,
Don't get me, my moods, attitudes.
Both sides know that there's a difference in,
Loving someone and being in love…
Being in love is the ultimate sacrifice,
Breaking down, letting someone other than yourself
Into the inner sanctuary.
Violated before, the walls are re-reinforced against your attempts.
Yes I love you, but I love me more so,
I let you in only so far
Keeping your every move under surveillance
Not wanting to repeat the question of
¿How did you end up here?
Limited are the calls, emails, texts, sex, time
All in order for self preservation and sanity.
But the heart and the heads don't communicate
As the sun rises over the headboard, I turn and say
"Good morning love, slept well?
As I ask myself "damn how did you end up here? Again?"
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