I Lost You

Could I, should I, and may I? You are my poetry. I am in love with his present, that my future longs for. My poetry is you, pale love. Your giddy eyes mesmerize me, your plump lips catch my attention, and your charm and sweetness entice me to approach you, but your disposition begs me to stay with you. Your hugs and smiles make me happy. My heart feels like a nuclear bomb might detonate when I touch you. Could I, should I, or may I? Even though it is nighttime, light displays remain motionless against the rain. However, as we play around, Your lips begin to flow within mine, and mine begin to flow within yours. But the rain continues to fall However, you've forced me to see love as painful even though it's also fascinating. You've made me crush my love like an elephant tramples an ant, you've normalized pain while making love seem strange to me. Even though it shocks me when I see it, and you've forced me to question my identity even whilst forcing me to discover it. What is intended for you is the will to act. What is wished for you is a passion for care. What I wanted for you was to understand my love.