Loving him was easy.
I did not have to think twice.
Loving him was as natural as breathing.
I do not remember falling,
because it was the most painful
collision that hit me.
I think the real quandary lay, in trying to get him to love me back...
You never tell the night to come out for the dreadful morning to seep in.
You never tell your half-broken dreams to stop burning to give your pillow just a break.
That can never be restrained or set free for like everything else I see...it is an illusion.
I exist within the crevices and the spotlights of life.
Sometimes, in the supreme control of my life or just plain rock bottom.
There is no grey in this lifestyle-my world exists in black and white
Maybe, this was the grey, a happy ending to the phantasm outside, existing, waiting and smirking at the unforeseen joke.
