Bittersweet Poetry

They said love is blind. But is it because they are too afraid to know what it is, to see what it looks like. See I have had my battles with this word and the sins it causes, the drama is produces and the emotional despair it creates. But my fate, end up being in a state of mind, meaning that mine, my love, my heart, my whole in inhibition of not being in love resulted in my own exhibition of what not to do while in it. But then she came along. And I don’t really know if i can say this without biting my tongue but she was the definition. The whole mission of life is to find someone to love. Someone to care for and to be afraid as hell to lose. To fight with and hate. But make love to and mate. But then again, love is as difficult as braille to the ones who can persevere with their eyes, but for some reason, everything makes sense when we cry. Our lowest point and the state of despair. What you thought was missing is finally there. You see this is complicated and can be molded into many different aspects of the human language but as rudimentary as I can seem to try and transcribe why our eyes see love as if its always the first time and why we lie to our selves when we doubt that its true but for me the reason for this to prove false. Was You. See I told myself I would never fall in love. And I wouldn’t give it a chance. I let myself fall and I fell in the wrong hands. But you took me in, my heart and my image. You listened to my stories. You never ignored them. You became my one and only friend. The one I talked to and whose laughs never end. See in the light of the night and in the darkness caused by my thoughts, you told me I was better. That I could go far. So I fell in love. There I admit it. I became your man. You became my misses. And it’s almost been a year since I first thought this could ever come true. And look where it led me. It led me. To you.