A Faceless Face.

The weight of love is technically weightless 

but heavily perched on my chest; I'm breathless.

I look at him, he looks at me; 'we're flawless,'

a statement spoke that's utterly soundless.

Love's a ghost that touches me threw finger tip's

grabs hold of my conscience and rips it to bits.

I am not myself any more I fear,

poisoned by love, now I see him in mirrors.

Love's a faceless entity that lives in a face,

a face that now means everything. 

And the face is his.

Love consumed me whole without my consent.

I spent the fruits of love without a cent

or at least the sense to know how to spend;

I'm new money, wondering where my poverty went.

Where'd my loneliness go? I'm drowning in love

into the depths of the sea where Ariel sing's

fairy tale dreams, while I look at love and scream...

Why me!?