No Love Only Strife

There's no love in my life only strife calling forth more heights of witnessing.

More strife because I'm missing the person that I used to be kissing.

Now, I'm the person confused, dismissing the views with a disposition that's bruised.

Black & blue from the abuse.

Lack of clues when I be collapsing the truth to be acting relaxing and taxing the news.

So, I'm action with two views of distraction.

I'm lost with two hues of passion; to die or to live? Is what I'm asking.