There's a Difference

November 7, 2017

There's a saying that love is blind but that's not true at all.

Feeling love is feeling the cool autumn breeze;

the fluorescent colors of the leaves.

Love is a painting full of life and glory;

an array of strokes to depict a beautiful story.

It's composed of honesty and compassion;

not of lies and deception.

And with love comes knowing someone better than you know yourself;

but that can be put aside on a dark shelf.

Admiration is not a bad thing unless it's mistaken for love.

It's a gaping hole where your heart used to be;

since now it has been smashed on the floor and bleeds.

It's not caring about your feelings when they lie to you;

or the fact that when they left they left you feeling blue.

They care about you enough to stay here;

But they don't care enough to build trust or to fight through the fear.

Don't make the same mistakes that I had once made.

I noticed it before everything went down hill;

But I was afraid of losing what I didn't know could kill.

I thought emotional turmoil and lies were what defined love;

When in reality, that's only what admiration is made out of

I wish I had known the difference before it was too late;

and now I'm left wishing that I could go back and wipe our slate.

Please believe me

There's a difference

Godspeed

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