"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." - Edgar Allan Poe

When I read this and think how sane I have felt in these recent months, its almost displeasing to realize my heart has been untouched for so long.

I went mad when my heart felt you leave its side,
when the comfort of your touch was no where in sight.
Now that I am on the other side,
how I sit so often and miss the way love had opened my eyes.

why is it so hard to accept the love thats in front of us?
why does it feel so wrong to follow the things we lust?
when will there be a path that I can trust?