Forbidden Love 7/14

I hear you screaming my name.
So I turn around to see your face.
You're nothing of which I envisioned.
Everything about you,
Is just so different.
I cant comprehend it.
It doesn't makes sense.
Never has.
And likely never will.
I'm tired of holding it in.
I'm tired of concealing it.
Afraid of revival.
Constant fear.
Coming back from the dead.
Turning around was something I dreaded.
Knowing that happiness,
Is about life choices,
I'm still not sure that I should listen to these voices.
Confusion can be compared to delusion.
Its all one big mess.
One big maze.
With the ending destination,
Always being your face.
Every time I leave,
I miss this place.
And every time I return,
I'm reminded of why I left.
So why do I return?
Its as if I love the burn.
The intense passion and desire.
That I cant seem to find anywhere else.
But the one place I shouldn't.
At times, Its like Its a problem of dependency.
Of someone who I shouldn't even trust.
At one point being as close as family.
This fantasy stole my dignity.
The lack of honesty has left me blinded.
The memory is like a melody.
So beautifully painful that I cannot forget it.
The entire 17 year experience was like years to achieve a PH. D. in psychology.
Like I'm a prodigy.
Received so much information from one person that it changed my common sense.
My ending.
Every failed strategy,
Is woven into this huge colorful tapestry.
In dwelling in the sympathy for myself from my own life lost,
I achieved victory.
As complicated as its always been,
Its my classroom.
The brutality and the complexities,
Created such an incredibly beautiful thing.
Soul mates can travel as far as they would like,
But no matter what they will come back into your life.
Time and time again.
But here's where there comes the complications.
Lovers can be mistaken for friends.
And friends mistaken for lovers.
Appreciate the annoyance.
Because before you know it,
It will all be over.
Your entire life that is.
Its about the journey.
Not the destination.
But in the frustration,
You may begin to lose yourself.
Just as I had done.
Likely because of what this journey has made you become.
A piece of Mosaic art.
Fragile glass.
That's been shattered apart.
Or like the Mona Lisa.
So many years,
Love, and effort put into one single piece of art.
Irreplaceable.
So live your life like you're officially unsavable.
Face the inevitable.
Your time will run out.
Don't spend too much time on doubts.
Fly.
Fall.
Sprint.
Run.
Don't give into ultimatums.
Feel liberated.
Feel free.
Because you are.
I had to walk out of hell,
To see the stars.
You should see them.
Such a beautiful light that they create the feeling of freedom.
Love between two people,
Is such a small part of life.
If husbands and wives,
Truly loved each other,
Or anybody else for that matter,
Cut the strings.
Embrace the fall.
Let them be free.
Because that's what we were born to be.
Although you make have hurt me,
You gave me the most priceless gift.
The freedom to be nothing but me.
Even if I am crazy.
You love me anyway.
Thank you forbidden love.