Is This What Love Means?

<p>It has been too long since I posted and normally that would be a good thing. That feeling of being a spectator to my own action that nothing is real because I'm not really me, has come back with a vengeance. I wrote this poem in response to a very personal talk I had with a friend. Enjoy the poem.<br/><br/><br/>(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)(〃ー〃)<br/><br/>So there I was, sitting on the roof of my childhood home,<br/>Knowing it's the only place I truly feel alone.<br/>But you were right beside me staring at your phone,<br/>Your hash-heavy breath fighting my cologne.<br/><br/>As I looked up to the sky I saw a world where I could truly be,<br/>Next to you, not alone with only me.<br/>Can we put the past behind us, I can't get left behind,<br/>Just this once even if you're blind, the truth I'll help you find.<br/><br/>When I look at you, I remember the happy us, lost in time,<br/>For each other, we gave up our whole lives.<br/>I can't even pretend to care anymore, cutting's not sublime,<br/>When you ask about the scars my hands still hold the knives<br/><br/>Hold you for a second just before you go to leave,<br/>Was it always love or was it make believe.<br/>Tell me the truth, now that I've got nothing left to fear,<br/>Choose wrong and my life will disappear.<br/><br/>Is this what love means?<br/>Holding onto obsessions, stuck high in daydreams?</p>