Intrigued by bare Character

Curiosity breeds the extremities in me.
More or less,
exposed and bound,
by the impressions felt,
as situations grow then melt.

And hearts speak the language of felt.
Emotions trapped by scenes of the past,
and influence,
Well, influence...
seems to always last,
and linger...
In hopes we never duplicate the mistakes
that injured our hope in the first place.

Self experience is all that we can know,
It's how we judge,
It's how we love,
and how our spirit flows...

Wishing upon a star,

or removing a flowers petals,
the r&b jam on the oldies radio.

The want to know and care,
for something like:
The familiarity of a scent
or the memory of a smile...

Feeling the emptiness in every breath,
and missing the care or caring-ness...
That was taken and left...
Creating  emotions like
a toy in the box that is no longer played with.

See,
Be,
Feel the need,
forget what deceived,
explore the chemistry
and follow the intrigue that leads
by leaving
and releasing
until the heart is metaphorically content.

In the end the love that came and went,
there was and is a reason for it,
and why it no longer exists.

YouRs TruLy,
Intrigued by bare Character