Love Dumb part One

There is nothing right about it,
Nothing.

But,
Things happen,
Brain is in recess,
Heart speaks.

For the sake of the universe,
And its balance,
After all,
There is nothing right about it,
Who became very good?
Very, very, very good,
At avoiding,
At denying.

When desire rules,
When the heart speaks even LOUDER,
It's a clown of one's own,
The joke is on him,
It is in him,
Deep in the heart of the heart:
'to hope?'
'to let go?'

Hoping.
There is nothing right about it.

Those pains of hoping,
Can the heart take it?
Too afraid to hope,
Too scared of a complete loss.

Letting go.
There's nothing right about it.

Those regrets of not admitting,
Of not trying,
Too chickened out to say it,
Too confused to begin.

There's nothing right about it.
Nothing.