Love Is Confusing

Oh love is confusing, it has many definitions, many tales of both fiction and non-fiction, She loves him, he loves her, BUT WAIT! They both love someone else? No true love anymore, now it is like a compass with a dial that spines out of control, Go West- Go North- East- and South- ...Yes- south toward the devils, never north to paradise- Love is confusing, (a confession believed a lie- See her now cry!) He slaps her, she sleeps with another guy; an endless game, an endless war, back and forth (tug of war) so true, yet so fake, yet so brilliantly acted out (watch the tear- oh how convincing- watch the slap- oh that must have hurt-) tonight I go to bed, resting my head upon my pillow, and look up and see the faces of my past women and I think of where they are at right then. All I know is they're not with me, and that is just confusing. .12.19.2013.