Our love, it comes and goes, it seems,
As if I’m living in a dream.
In one moment, we’re on fire
And in the next,
Of all our past desires.
There’s a space in my heart,
Reserved for you.
When you’d left, love laid bare.
When you’d near, love accrued.
If I had to choose,
I’d keep you here.
How many sunsets and sunrises,
Must we watch together,
Before we’re awash by these tides,
Like two dolls being knocked
Together at the heads,
Wasn’t this our idea of love,
I’m not sure that I’ve evolved.
A smile that cuts and burns.
I’m feeling kind of nauseous,
From all these twists and turns.
I’d save myself the toil,
Of tumbling, once more,
Yet, the thought makes me recoil.
So, on broken wings, we sore.
And I push.
And you pull.
Perhaps, it’s a glass half-full?
Welcome to our reality,
Just stay a while longer.
So I can swim inside your eyes,
Before our tides grow any stronger.
I’ll drink from your sea,
As it floods over me,
To only make me thirstier,
For this love defined by irony.
I’ve loved you many times before,
So, what’s the harm in love, once more?
You can read more of Mathew’s writing at Blog of a Wolf Boy