CROSS ROAD

I use to be the peak of your joy but now am just the pain in the bone of your sorrow.
I use to be the reason why the pressures of life cannot suppress and surpass your joy but now am just a season of option to your flaws and regret as you watch me slip from the love bossom of your joyous entanglement.
  Where is the love if you cannot let me help you take out the pills of your masking pain,when all I wanna do is to teach you to how to be submissive to your own brokeness
   What is the aura for the love season for us if trust is not the reason for your choice of love conviction when we never agree to mend the strings that breaks our flaws and mend the stitches that causes the pain that hooks us in the quagmire of our wrong perception.
   If your worst behavior is the subject of no trust and heartbreaks in your relationship where you would just be in your own world of misconceptions  and mutter your pain on the hell of your jeopardy,then your positive vibes about love relationship is the negative sides of infatuation.