Stitches

my eye's are so tired and weak but i know that if i close them, all i'll see is your face and seeing your face will make it much harder to forget everything including you. it doesn't make sense why these things happen it's like our hearts are created to have a mind of its own it makes us feel things we never thought we could feel, most of the time it's least expected. our hearts our so powerful that they can inhibit our souls sometimes making us feel ways we never thought possible good or bad. the worst of it all is when your heart slowly stitches a piece of that other person into you making it harder to forget everything and easy to give pieces and bits of yourself away. but even with all those stitches comes growth, maturity, and learning how to love even when you don't want to. love may actually have it's own mind, its own soul, it's own purpose in life. love is such a simple and complex word with its own powers. but in the end all it really is is the ablility to feel. its a feeling that draws people together no matter the circumstances or situations, it has a way of stitching everyone together forming a bond that can't easily be forgotten or misplaced, because even though sometimes our desire to not love someone is all we can think about in the end all we can really think about is how much we truly care for them and love them.