Why?

Why do you say why?

Is it your inquisitive mind or the suspicious soul?

You say you love me,

But the mistrust erodes my solicitude for you,

You say you want me,

But the stalking scares me away to a distant land,

You say you care for me,

But those blue and green scars rips through my heart and into my soul,

Yet I rise from my own ashes everyday and say I love you,

Yet I pick every piece of me together to hug you,

And in my solitude I question my sanity,

Asking the real definition of love,

And my soul whispers 'freedom'!!