The Unknown Love
The feeling; is it love, hate, ... envy? A soul that aches for a more passionate connections.
No longer coined;
But, more of a co-inhabitable state of being; being joined.
A Soul that considers; instead of ignores. Maybe even a better state.
Why am I no stranger to hurt?
As I become numb from these emotional wounds.
There is no longer time to rejuvenate
Battling an emotion inside me that has no name.
Why am I always lonely?
... when I'm never alone
Questioning leads to doubt or is it the other way around?
Carefully picking the plums from the forbidden tree
What is there to lose?
Life for which we never lived
People which we never loved
A mind which we never used
The more dwelling, the darker my heart becomes until it is consumed into the unknown.