“it” aka love…

“it” made sense once

no longer is “it” in my capabilities to grasp

“it” made sense a little

anger emerged erasing components of comprehending “it”

“it” makes no sense at all

reasoning things out demolished my thinking of it” in absolutes

“it” isn’t supposed to make sense in the least

my ramblings onit” resemble scrambled brains inside my skull

can’t blame it” on the senselessness 

is “IT a precarious fucked up notion

in this very second

at this precise moment

on this all-consuming day

I still say

fuck no

“IT” is not!

“it” IS worth the time and effort

“it” IS worth the risk

“it” IS worth crossing over

I love you