
Love. Pt. I (Infatuation)
They say that love is patient.
My love, my love cannot wait.
So perhaps my love is not love,
Maybe it is actually hate.
They say that love is kind.
My love, my love is cruel.
When you leave in the morning,
Your bed print makes my heart ache.
When you are closer to me than my skin,
My heart carves you somewhere deep within,
When I hold your hand for a long while,
I cannot help but to glow and smile.
Love. Pt. II (The Cycle)
Then at the restaurant,
We eat,
We talk.
Then at home,
We drink,
We fuck.
Then at work,
We think about talking,
We think about fucking.
Somewhere in that cycle,
As surely as the wind blows,
The fights begin,
As surely as the water flows,
Tears roll down your chin.
Love. Pt. III (Skeptical)
Dear love,
There’s no way you are real.
I hate you love.
You pretend like you’re there.
And then you disappear when I need you the most.
Fuck you love.
Love. Pt. IV (Unconditional)
From the darkness,
A hand reached out,
From blackness,
A blinding light flooded out my doubt.
I was shaking with fear,
And your voice massaged my heart.
You who believed in me,
When I could not believe in myself.
My lifesaver, my hope,
My fetter to sanity,
I adore you.
-Moon

