Love and Logic

If love is a choice,
then I'm it's victim.
If love is unconditional,
then how is there this condition of choice?

Love does not proceed logic,
nor is it in anyway influenced by meaninglessness.
So then how is it that,
this, what we have is your choice?

This space we occupy together is so bright.
It's a love we share with the world.
So how? How is it that you still don't know.
Why have the reasons of your love eluded you.

Therefore, in the end,
I find myself asking only one question.
Is this true?
Or is my mind hiding the pain I so deeply want to feel?

Happy

Nothing but happiness to go around today...

I don't remember

"Heart heavy, I close my eyes.
I close my eyes to try and figure out why I feel like I do.
Never happy lately, never smiling.
I try to remember things about you,about us.
I can't seem to recall anything of late.
Only the little past.
I'm trying to remember the last time you kissed me,
Kissed me as if the sun would not rise tomorrow and the world would end.
But I can't remember...
A time that you ran your fingers through my hair without thinking why.
But I can't remember...
A time I said something and you didn't try to make me look at it from a different point of view.
But I can't remember...
A time when you made me smile all the time, made me fell like the sun wouldn't set.
But... But...
But I can't remember...
I can't even remember a time I didn't feel lost, a time that you would help me find my way.
But I can't remember...”