How do you know when the senses lie 
And the heart deceives? 
It is only a mere smile thrown in your direction, 
A manipulation of phrases 
Already heard 
That quickens your pulse. 
And yet, 
His name dances off your lips.

What words are not spoken when eyes meet 
And lock permanently together? 
What static flows between two warm willing bodies 
And stands hair on its end?

How do you know 
Whether this sudden mental illness 
Is born of friend 
Or foe? 
With what propensity shall it consume?

Why do you not fear it, 
Run from it, 
Cry out against this weakness?

Why do you greet it 
With such bared sincerity 
And feed it 
Small pieces of your soul?
Why do you welcome it so? 
Why do you need it so? 
Why do you crave it?

When you offer it your heart, 
How do you know 
That it will ever be returned 
The same?

My life is full of repeated questions.