I used to believe that love was overrated
the annoying feeling of being intensely infatuated within another human being
the irritating desire to engulf your every thought and movement into another soul
cold nights and warm thoughts kept me oblivious
content with the notion of listening to the silence
I used to think that love was overrated
meeting the right person at the wrong time will forever be etched on my brain
the pain that seeps from my pores seemingly restores my faith in humanity
the sanity I once had now lingers between obsession and disappointment
owning the moment to build a new life with she
I used to guess that love was overrated
the pages of belligerent ramblings clutter the corners of my room
infused by the image of what used to be
I yearn for the euphoric feeling of being intertwined with another
all inhibitions removed, walls become bridges linking two connected spirits
I know that love isn't overrated
continually searching for the feeling over and over again
the price of finding it outweighs the risk of falling apart
taking the leap of faith into the arms of another individual
residual traces of the past fuel the motivation to find new love
I wrote this two years ago..
wildly gives me comfort.
this too shall pass.