Love Is Like A Tattoo
I’m stuck in a love triangle
Him, her, I
We’re in a matrix of some sort
Our system has glitched
Her and I’s growth together only pushes us farther and further apart
He won’t allow it, and I’m unsure why
I ponder like Plato
I question like Socrates
I reflect like Aristotle
Could it be a matter of timing?
Or is it a matter of degree?
I groan for her
My yearning only deepens, like the cleave at the bottom of the sea
2 have her would complete
He says otherwise, at least now that’s how it seems
I am an inmate, locked in my heart
She visits me often
Through the glass we stare at each other
If only
If only
We weren’t millions upon millions of miles apart
In reality
In the matrix
In degree
And, of course, in each other hearts
“When we use language symbolically or figuratively, we understand that the reality that we are describing by the symbol or the figure is more intense than it can possibly be in the symbol.”
