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How Bad Is It To Learn How To Love?

When was the last time that
you have loved and lost,
and truly learn
its real, real cost?

(Utter feelings we kept the most.)

Is there a kind of an exit plan in
this lonesome strife,
something that we'd
cherish through life?

Let, therefore, our choices be
the wisest,
Hoping to see us live it through
the longest

We tend to love the ones we
have loved more (and more),
more so, that we sometimes
have lost control, until no more.

(Utter feelings we kept the most.)

Feelings Never Told

A mind of wo-man

Like hers in the wishing well

—I looked hereupon

A Tendency For Love In A Forlorn Hope 

Are we falling away? This is just supposed to be a beginning.  Our

hearts tore open, jutting out of our chests.

My imploding rib cage is

so heartfelt as if tiny sharp things are piercing through my skin

—especially in that seeming

—point of no return.

I kept steady and not wanting anything more, out of this;

Except, now that our fates intertwine.

Now what am I supposed to do

to unleash my whole self 

to you?

You're great and nice—at that;

I am out of words.

Your wiles foreshadow me.

Territorial Imperative 

You know that I could love

you with agape;

It is such a wonder that you

had stopped me on my way

But when I had to think of you

It has kept me dazed—always

My waking states alter day-to-day

Just for seeing your smiling face

A guy who would be likened

to a man, by a woman

It is unchartered territory,

But it could be the best one.

Verse 1:
I watch you slip

Further away from me

As you make your dreams a reality.

Don't you dare forget about me.

Chorus:
I won't forget about

The promises we made together.

Those were the days

I felt alive with anyone.

Verse 2:
If it were me,

I'd melt your cold heart once again.

Just take me by the hand.

I'll guide you through hell and back.

Bridge:
If only you could see me now,

Home wouldn't seem so far away.

Now that you're further away,

Our memories flood back to me.

Last-Chorus:
Now that I'm no longer your's,

I feel dissonant.

Bring me to life.

Won't you take me home?