Ramblings on Love

I believe a person can fall in love with anyone, no matter their sexual preference. Your heart doesn't care what your body wants, it just knows it found a soulmate. Many think there are several soulmates for one person. I don't happen to believe that, but, for argument's sake, I'll say it's true for a moment. How long did you live on the earth before you found your first soulmate? If you're anything like me, probably a long and lonely time. Now, how long do you think it'll take to find that second one...if you ever do? Will they connect with you as much as the first one did? Will you be able to open your heart and share with them all you did with the first? Will you regret giving up what you had before? What if that second one doesn't keep your interest very long and you can't go back to the one you left behind, how long will it be until you find that third soulmate? The fourth? It won't happen. Most times, life just gives us one true shot at love and many times, it isn't perfect, but it isn't suppose to be. If the love between two people never was tested, then how would they know how they truly felt for one another. If the road in a close relationship wasn't bumpy at times, neither would know the means and the lengths the other would go to keep them in his/her life. It's a struggle to make a relationship work. Each argument teaches you another thing about your mate, sometimes good, other times, not so good, but if you love that person, you have to love their faults as well.

No Heartache Without A Heart

I’ll carve my heart out and place it in a box, my keep-sake gift to you,
The continuous beating caused me pain, it had to be removed.
Keep it if you must, through it if you will,
My inability to smile again; it might as well stand still.
Loving without return is like a question without an answer,
It eats away at me; proclaim it to be my cancer.
Stamp out the fading embers in the dying flame,
It pains me to know that you’ll never call my name.
Grief pent up will break the heart, but you already did the deed to mine,
You’re like a batch of poison, vile and serpentine.
Like an open wound, infect and eat away,
The open wound caused by your hand has turned my heart to clay.
"Small sorrows speak; but great ones are silent" so I’ll purse my lips tight,
Don’t make a scene, don’t cause a fuss, it’s really quite alright.
There’s no time for sorrow, no time for pain,
Such melancholic misery brings out no gain.
I’ll take it with a smile, grinning ear-to-ear,
Slit my wrists in two; it’s all your fault, dear.

By Djae Aroni

Goodbye