Thoughts

Drip drop

The sound of my tears hitting the floor

I have not scored

The rawness of my soul

Makes me numb and old

Damaging the heart again

When two lovers are forced friends

I won't stick around to be there for you

I don't owe you my friendship 

Not my loyalty too

I'm sorry

The words I hear to often

The two words that make up for nothing

I love so deep

That I become weak

Hopeless romantic

No longer a semantic 

Nothing makes sense anymore

Like I said I haven't scored

Survey Says

Opposite of love is hate

I hate that I love you

Or I love to hate you

Many people never experience it

Stuck in their own heads 

Beating themselves up with dread

Many think it's comfortable silence 

Some experience loving violence

A recognition of a counterpart

Making us more resilient 

I don't think anyone truly knows 

Love 

It's powerful 

You choose wrong your destroyed 

You choose right your complete

Crazy how two people meet

Rawness of the soul is my take

Feeling everything is loving

No matter what we are all loved

Some crave the theaters take 

Others keep the reality fake

One day we will all receive

Everything that we perceive 

So until then it's war 

And we have not scored