I looked for love in all the wrong places
In lonely beds and empty faces
Or movie screens and inked pages
But that was until I found him
There’s a depth to those eyes
There’s a truth in his voice
Was it love I saw?
Or my naive heart wanting to believe
In a false dream it has built
From the broken pieces of a loveless existence
Wanting to hold a hand
Or whisper secrets in his ears
Entwine my fingers in his
Banter with his black locks of hair
But the conscious voice of reason
Love is for fools, you poor thing
A silly, short-lived emotion
It’ll tear you apart in ways
Worse than you will imagine
But this pain is worth the pleasure
And my stoic heart has learnt to feel
That was once trapped in a labyrinth
Restrained by the rules I made
But rules are meant to be broken
And the heart is meant to love
And pain is meant to be felt
My mind battles with my heart
And I try to fathom answers
In the depth of his eyes
When they look into mine
The world comes to a standstill
And my heart skips a beat.
His presence is intoxicating
Suffocating is his absence
Sometimes I idly wonder
Am I worthy of his admiration?
Does he think about me often
Or look for me when I’m gone?
He’s the smile on my face every morning
And my silent sobs into the night.