Black Hole of Passion

Emotions swirl within me
Endless energy
Motivation, perturbation
Titilation constantly
Too much for me to handle
Overloading inspiration
Inflating me with goals
To the point of constipation
Warping space
And racing time
Folding inwards
Intertwined
A density of kinetics
Collapses upon itself
A black hole of my passion
A poverty of wealth
Oblivion full of potential
Growing deep inside of me
Denser as it grows
Stronger yet its gravity
It rips and tears my flesh
Tugs my very soul
Vibrating with excitement
Omnipotent blackhole
Light gets trapped inside
Adding to the swell
I cannot break the surface yet
Cannot release me from the hell
Of standing idly by
Collecting my thoughts
Of biding my time
Till the fight can be fought
And when I finally
Can unleash this desire
Can use this force to change the world
To light the catalytic fire
Then the waiting will be worth it
All the weighing and debating
Then I will make a difference
With this power I am slating

Nothing without you

Love is everything and yet nothing
Days feel empty without love
But love exists within us all
Every fiber and molecule and fleck
Everything is made of love
And hate
And existence
Is a balance of the energies
The emotions and the efforts
Love is everything and yet nothing
I cannot hold it
But it keeps me warm at night
It cannot caress my skin
But it tickles me with laughter
It cannot touch me
But it stabs deep within
And robs me of myself
I can make love
And I can give it away
Or you can take it
Keep it
Cherish it
Destroy it
And me alongside
Love is everything
And yet nothing without you

Blending lines of love

Love is in everything
Arriving in many shapes and guises
Layers intwining endlessly
Altering form and sizes
There exist many species
Many breeds of this emotion
Ranging vastly throughout life
As changing as the ocean
Love of material
Love of a friend
Love of attention
Love of the end
Love of companion
Love of pet
Love of attraction
Love of sex
Love of a stranger
Love of a mother
Love of a child
Love of a brother
Love of a partner
Love of another
Love of a heroe
Love of a lover
Love of you
Love of myself
Love of life
Love of wealth
An endless list of loving
So diverse and yet lines blend
When does one love begin
And another love end

No wonder is left

There is no wonder left in love for me
After the beating my soul has taken
No wonder that my heart feels dull
After the ceaseless breaking
No wonder that I cannot trust
When I have been nothing but stabbed
No wonder that I cannot lust
When all you do is grab
No wonder is left in the words
You whispered passionately
I heard them once, and now again
But to someone that is not me
No wonder I cringe at these words
When you so callously lied
No wonder I feel cheated
When our love you denied
There is no wonder left in love for me
It is cheapened, tarnished, bland
No wonder I cannot love again
My heart left broken in your hand