Sometimes love doesn’t need words;
you can smell it in a shy fragrant smile
But then, you see what you want to see;
from up close, even when away by a mile
Sometimes there is and was no love at all;
you just chose to assume love in a guile
Sometimes you do not even need love;
yet you convince yourself it is needed
But then, you’re habitual of creating needs;
in places where life itself has conceded
Sometimes there is no need for love at all;
yet advices to yourself remain unheeded
Sometimes you focus on one, losing yourself;
everything becomes one with no space for you
But then, there was never meant to be a you;
you become a falsity and the other becomes true
Sometimes, your focus just brings more pain;
yet you focus on, as though you had no clue