I wrote this little sketch back over the summer.. But I just discovered it this morning and i think it brings the kind of visual confirmation I've been looking for of a time in my life that has passed.
Love never fails to disappoint.
Love is an illusion, I think I see it when its not really there..
Love is a myth, I've only heard stories of its power and beauty..
Love makes me sick, choking on your bathroom floor..
Love makes me weak, trembling and limp in your arms..
Love makes me strong, picking myself up again..
Love makes me wise, walking out your door forever.