Closed Ways.

I love the way
Love hunts you.
I love the way
Words give your needed path.

I love the way
They stay by you.
The way everything
Offers itself to you.

But the way
Aches haunt me.
That difficult way
Of being unable to say anything.

The way I please people
Just for them to stay.
And the way all I am
Is nothing.

All that I hate.
I couldn't understand
Why they're even called ways.
When every one of them... are closed.