Poem-Rant (OR: Flow of Thoughts #1)

[xcrashgirlx]

It's odd,
I think,
how it all comes back,
no matter how many
t
   w
       i
     s
  t
s
and turns,
to that one thing.

You can't be the only one looking.
Everyone is
and no one admits it.

It's the worst
when it what you think you have
and you find that it's not.

It charades as itself,
dancing just out of your view,
making you open your eyes
and observe it.

Follow the signs it gives,
you're not wrong in assuming.
It's instinct,
nothing thought out or planned.
When you think you see it,
you're usually right.

Be careful of lies,
deceit is to shifty
even for its own good.
They will make you believe
what you know isn't true.

Yes,
Love is strange,
something inexplicable.
But really,
give it a thought, won't you?
Track it,
you'll see.
It's the center of everything,
isn't it?

What is your will to live,
other than love,
of some sort
in some way?

Why exist
if love isn't your driving force?
I see the cogs
of your brain
T
 U
   R
     N
         I
            N
                  G.
You know
that I'm right.

It's always better
when you see
the lust beneath the love
as well.

Trust me, will you?
I've learned this
myself.