Does Love Exist?

Love
Oh wonder,
I’m in awe.
Nothing I quite understand
and nothing I ever saw,
nor do I comprehend.
Who could even muster?
My heart would break if it ever tried to bend
and yet I crave it.
I thought it was impossible,
because love and I never fit,
but now I want what does not exist.
I only imagine
and I wish,
and I cry when I realize
it cannot be.
Love is of such great size,
nothing I could ever see.

I don't think I believe what I believe anymore

I don’t think I believe what I believe anymore.
If only, if only I knew what was true.
My mind fights and fights to try to even the score
but honestly I really don’t have a clue.
When I run I sweat,
when I laugh I smile.
The truth hits me over the head
as I run half a mile.
I just run away from the troubles I face,
no confrontation,
because that’s just not my place.
I need a vacation.
I don’t think I believe what I believe anymore.
Is this really supposed to happen?
Life is just a whore,
repeating itself, and being used over and over again.
I’ve seen these tears before
somewhere in a dream,
they were waiting at the door
and biting the screen.
What is regret?
It is my enemy,
watching me fret
as I pace endlessly.
I don’t think I believe what I believe anymore.