I love love but does love love me

I love; love, 
But, does love; love me ??
- e.webb(about e.webb)

Am I a broken heart that's glued together by art
Is my love of love what keeps us apart

Is my instrument looking its best
 only because its not played like the rest

Doesn't the beat of my heart tell a lie?
Why does writing this poem make me sigh 

Am I part of loves quilt but nothing but a stain
Do I understand love because I don't understand my pain
Understanding a point through the transparent words, of
' in vain'
Does my happiness for some other
make me realise the absence of a lover? .....
For me ... is there another?

I pinch my skin to check if its leather
Time to think .... 
what's clever?

Creatively I think 
reaching the brink
Yet understanding is a weight that deepens how much I sink

My eye of others love ,
is not green 
Yet my eye sees a lot ,
yet love stays unseen
To whom can I lean when life knocks me down
Who will support me so I don't drown
Some times I feel 
 I'm a loveable clown

Am I bird that has clipped wings and can't fly,
I can only hope my living isn't just destined to die