Is it truly love,

or do you just want it to be?

The sense of belonging,

a feeling of coming home.

An embrace of a best friend,

a kiss on the cheek;

bubbling beneath your skin,

spirit turning into foam.

Mind silenced, stuffed full of cotton,

heartstrings made of spider's web,

stringy blood trickling through veins,

carelessly losing oxygen, weakening the heart;

you wander like a fool without mind,

getting through life step by step

with a small crooked lazy smile;

all you need to do is play your part.