Love Disintegration

It's the little things 

The tiny words 

The absence of the action 

Behind that word.

Then... The mind 

Well it just wrapped 

So much into this 

With all the free time given.

And then...

Well...

Then there came the other 

Woman.

There was at first 

The struggle to be more 

More than her to win 

To keep what I loved.

Then there was the voice 

Of reason that played 

Back and forth the battle 

Until it turned into rage.

Hurt, crushed, determined 

Or angry...

Which am I more of?

Neither... Just deeply 

Oh so deeply...

In Love. 

@s.vanderbilt 3.12.18