Is your pursuit of love
Misunderstood and blundered?
That others may question
Where your allegiances lie?
Wrapped within their bedsheets
Wandering only to ask yourself why?
I already saw through it...
You were looking to lose yourself.
And look, I see you - just like myself.
You fall into arms like our hearts fall from sleeves.
Then you bandage yourself up
When it’s not what it seems.
See, that sorta love is seasonal
And only feasible if it’s not true.
Falling into the wrong hands
So quickly sticky, infused like glue.
But I know that’s not what
you wanted to do
You just wanted something true.
Something softer, and unchained
Not tarnished by need or gain.
The pursuit of love -
We once pursued it in vain.
Perused and abused it
Like it was only a game.
Only wanting love,
But not the other person.
A vessel for our passion
But a seedless diversion.
These days we long for something fruitful.
A sweetness we can truly desire.
To love openly and honestly,
To confide then transpire.