unable to understand luv...

why does luv havta be turned off.?.

losing a friend as the change of mind remembers them in a pause...

becoming no more than a mere lust...

no longer believing in their own sweet trust...

betrayed by the emotion that rips through the weary heart...

when it doesn't last, why do we fall so hard.?.

catering to the feel of the matter...

controlled mentally like some sort of deranged mad hatter...

lost in moments wasted is no true time spent...

gaining what of a loss to make self feel better somewhere past the end...

damned as if cursed with no way to explain to the tenderness that it'll be okay...

as the knowing of someone else luv'n the one once held close that misbehaved...

when the memory lingers to the surface without a care to give thanks...

why do we lie to ourselves when it hurts to let go of a certain face.?.

never to awaken again to the sight of a smile that lights up our life...

who decides the motion to separate when tongues spoke the reasons of the mind.?.

looking into reflections that show an absence to luv holding on...

left to gather self for someone different to replace the comfort worn...

why do others not see us as a loss.?.

able to switch hitters in the middle of sensitivities so soft...

allowing us to believe in words that never come true...

as new beginnings redirect the desire to be enjoyed as a use...

taming the wild ambitions of passion in the core...

when do they leave the recollection of relations scorn.?.

n how come good intentions still find a will to be given as remaining descent.?.
after all the pain caused consumes us by their very own scent...

clinging to the well being of non other than the one we say got away...

placing pieces of self back together as they choose to stray...

where does truths reside in the passage of strangers claiming to be moved.?.

loosening the interest jus to want an other prior to promises unattached to the fool...

why like them enough to accept them to wish them the best.?.

walking towards life without them slowly removed from the emptiness in the chest...

when they brought so much joy with their presence fully felt...

why does luv give up to want it from someone else.?.

confusing the depths of guarantees said to not wanting to live without what's shared...

contradicting expressions so sacred are those not worth the care...

as the thought of who's real n who is fake comes to terms with what the fuck...

pronounced as a once was they rest as a curiosity in a dark room forced to hush...

eventually finding the trigger to shut down n live without the wonder...

knowing what they meant to our willingness goin under...