It’s Complicated…
I love LOVE. But why does it hurt. I love you because I am you but in you is me which makes me see the random & sporadic emotional disORDER apparatus of self…love…
I love LOVE. You have the amazing ability to injure me and I have the amazing ability to feel the pain and see the pain and even hear the pain yet I am paralyzed from the Waist Up… the waist up… the waist up and am unfortunately unable to escape this disdain…
I love LOVE which makes me perfectly blind. It’s a walk in the darkness yet I don’t need your guidance because you see… this is ALL familiar territory! You see… that SICK sense once was capable of maneuvering around obstructions and heavy loads but now I’ve lost my sight…. I ignore being handicap and want others to look at me as if I’m normal although my reality is…is that I’ve gotten use to loving LOVE so much that I’ve forgotten what it means to feel, taste and hear love because I’m spending too much time trying to see LOVE. I’m pretending that its still there yet it’s my memory that clearly plays tricks on me…
I love LOVE and it’s…it’s complicated…
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