Enigma

I will only ever be an enigma.

For in my eyes I show two sides of that you call love.

In my right I show the kisses and bonding; The loyalty and the innocence.

Two becoming one; and hopes and prayers for forever.

From there I give birth to young poets; hearts full of dreams and heads full of nothing.

Young lovers, with the notion that everything will somehow be ok.

Fools, waiting on that special someone not realising that person has already come and left.

Left, in my left eye I plant the seed called loneliness and nuture it with the tears you cry yourself to sleep with.

Til it grows into a tree of depression and from it's branches blossoms pain.

And you, yes you. I mock you and your hope that everything between you two will work out.

We both know it wont happen that way...well atleast one of us does.

I am the ache you feel in your chest with every beat and the worry always plaguing your mind.

I am the peaceful sleep that refuses to come to you and the insomnia that keeps you awake.

I'm the one who pulls you out of depression and i'm the voice you hear laughing when I let you slide back into it.

You blindly chase after me, not realising it's me causing your pain.

And I care nothing for you.

But you, little fool, will never know.

You'll keep trying and searching, but I wont grant you happiness.

Child, you are my favorite creation and my favorite fool.

Continue pursuinig me, who knows, maybe one day i'll slow down for you...maybe