Open to

You put a crimp in my style,

By acting so vile.

You quicken each step,

With each little quip.

With each lashing taken,

The more I run for my sake.

Love is good,

Hurting is not.

When your heart is open,

It becomes easier to hurt.

Some things are clear.

Some things are blurred.

People don't know,

Where your mind wonders to.

Your heart seeks,

What it can't have,

But it makes it clear,

That you want that so bad.

Run-ons are great,

But so are fragments.

If you ever,

Got what you want,

Would you do what is needed,

And don't do what isn't.

You've answered that question,

In your life before this.

Has the answer changed,

And how would you know,

If this is so?

Things have risen,

From questions ranging,

Form things as close to love,

And from as far,

As the despicable want,

But you are still left,

Without any answers.

This is how life goes,

So just deal,

With what comes,

And deal with what goes.