Tuesday, January 04, 2011

He loves me...he loves me not

I'm sick of it.
When I love him, he doesn't love me.
When he loves me, I feel differently.
Can it never match? The person and the feeling?
This whole dog chasing his tail thing is absurd!
And when I want him, I want him bad.
Strangely it works both ways too.
When I don't want him, I mean business.

Love still eludes. Someone asked me today how I interpreted love. I said, "It doesn't come easy, and neither does it leave easy."
Love...ha!