The Problem With Love
Being with you makes me want to wake up every morning.
Everytime I see you my heart
Can't help but skip
A beat. My love for you is
Undying. But
Some would some say that's
Exactly the problem.
I don't know who I am when we're together.
Love should be mutual, not just from
One or the other. Before you, my heart was
Vacant and cold. But you filled me with
Energy that made me love life again.
Yet it seems our relationship has died. Only
One of us is happy.
Undying love seems so good at first, yet it's become the root of our pain.
This poem is about:
Me