The silence and the waiting Momentary glances, intertwined with knowing smirks and Connections of the minds So well connected I have No idea what the hell we’re doing I think it’s something good But everything I think I know I don’t understand I told you I love you But what, exactly is love? Intimate friendship or something different - All its own entity Something in-between, never understood, never discussed For fear of the damage Of something serious Be it serious friendship or real love I love complexity But only when it’s a separate entity, not of me Characters in stories I want my story simple But not for the masses, just for the me
I'd take the last stanza, outline the first four lines and make it its own poem. That part is wonderfully insightful.
Love is a fire-breathing dragon without regard for the Life that it consumes. Yet in the consumation there is Light, and Liberty. eMBeMLaHV!
