This “love” thing.
Does it just happen to you?
Waking up on any given morning,
Staring into his sleeping face,
Thinking “What was it like before all this?”
Does it just hit you, suddenly?
Crying on the floor with no idea why,
Missing him, craving him, hating yourself,
Wondering what you did to make it go awry.
Does it need to be searched for?
Going out of your way to find someone new,
“Could this be it? Is it really you?”
Or is it a combination:
Finding the perfect guy, but just not knowing it,
Waking up and realising that this just might be it,
Laying down, crying into your pillow thinking:
“It was and I lost it.”