Life , Love, etc…

You find and you let go

Sometime you don’t and get sticky

Mostly you need it

But it can still choke you

You breathe for fresh air

But after a while it feels strange too

You think love will take you through

But there`s post coital emptiness too

Its personal space and personal time

And at the end of each

Somebody should hold your hand

I wish to be free

But I get bored of just me too