I ferry not in whims of love
nor do I dive into the what could of’s
it is hard to grasp but you cannot control another
we can hardly control ourselves
the inherent selfishness that love ghouls
is testament to needing help 
help that shall never come to pass
like a coveted moment replaying
or knowing which breath is our last
but here we’re here!
we beat the path with feet and hearts so stout
we are walking forwards backwards
watchmen of times long played out
searching for our answers
we look high and low
for something that we all
hypocritically know
“if only my love had acted how I wanted them to act, if only my love had read my thoughts, if only they had loved me back”
the problem is mirrored and a reflection upon itself
because your love is wondering the same
with their pains mutually unfelt
there is little we can do but love people for the blood they bleed
instead of shaking our heads and cursing the red when expecting green

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~C.B.M