Blooming In Insanity Poem by trina johnson

Two is to one, as I am to none.
The difference between love
And insanity is non-existant.
Whole or split, the expanse
Of it is ever-growing,
A rose among the weeds of emotion
Rising, blooming beautifully
In the hearts of thousands.
Unpredictable and spontanous
Like an adolescent verging on
The loss of innocence.
This is something you can never lose.
You may lose faith or forget
The hope for the future.
But ever is it there, hovering.
Riding just beneath the surface
Never to be seen but
Always to be felt
Lasting until the end of your time.