I don't get it
To love is to love one hundred percent, but what I don't get is loving more than one. Your heart is oblong and divided. It's sore from trying to fight it. It's glum from trying to hide it. Your heart is full yet empty. Excited then confused. Uncertain then reduced...to the sedentary scraping of the sublime. Your smile flickers - it short-lived circuited long ago --- when you fell in love twice and never got over the one. But I really don't get is moving on and still holding on. You still want what you can't have. You still desire. You long for...to no avail. You keep keeping and are forgotten ...sometimes ...most of the time If you have you're way, you still won't get it. ...I don't get it - Simply B