Love

Love is an endless sea of emotions that come spurting out of the most pure, and tame wild flower. 

Its recklessness is enough to drive you to the point where your life has no meaning, has no purpose. 

Only a stable solitude in which you are not even sure you can return from the depths of the thick, dark abyss that love entwines and tangles you in.

The chamber that your heart locked you in will tear you apart, it will rip you to shreds, it will force you to lose your identity, and forget the importance and principalities of the world.

All that matters is that you are trapped in a coma of exasperating wishes that will enable you to decide the fate of your future. 

Why I chose to fall in love, you may ask.

Well…I did not choose love. Love chose me.

And as long as I am yielding to the love, then I found my purpose.

Even if my purpose is hidden behind the dark chamber doors. 

Love reveals all things. 

Author's Note

I haven't written or posted anything in the longest time. I've been feeling down and un-inspired. But, I'm hoping to change that.

Reviews

when you're really in love you tend to lose interest in everything else around you. and you get so dependent that when you get your heart wrecked you lose all control. then you're nothing.
that's what happened to me.
it's dangerous, but it's worth it if you can pull through.

[Chelsea.]

I absolutely love this, its very true. I love your word choices and detail you put into it. Great job :)

[RebeccahCecile]

I love this poem!
you are really truly talented.