love is blind.
a concept that i cant fully grasp
and maybe never will. or, not
so much that, as, how? how
can you trust with everything
inside of you that another
will love you forever,
when their heart is as fickle as the one here before you.
i understand that loving is
a choice as much as it is
a passion... but that seems to
suck the romance out of it all doesnt it?
i guess ill know how to love completely when
it happens right?
but can you wash your face with
unclean hands?
how do all the memories
stop playing over in my mind...
