Limit
“Love holds no limits?”
There is always a limit.
Where everything felt becomes obsolete.
When nothing they do can change it.
Pushed to the limit,
where love turns to anger.
To think this could happen,
would just be absurd.
It starts as it always does.
You trying to make her feel better,
while you become sadder and sadder.
You share you sadness and they turn it on you,
making you feel worse then you started,
making you want to die
Isn't love suppose to feel good?
Is this even love anymore?
His barrier begins to crumble,
thinking to himself why does he still do this?
Why commit to sadness and depression?
Afraid to leave because her backlash,
her everset fallout.
He just wants to be happy,
to have someone to hold
to have someone to feel
to have someone to love
His limit is pushed to the breaking point.
No return now.
-K
Copyright © Aleks Kurai | Year Posted 2016
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