Have you ever loved?

A question, in it's simplest form, one answer, one word
Either
Yes or
No.
So they ask me
Have you ever loved?
And I think
And
I pause
And I retrace pain and pleasure
From long nights on the phone
Or waiting by one
at least.
I think of when I used to feel
loved
and
cared for.
I think of when I used to feel
down
and
discarded by
you.
And, all of a sudden this simple question
this simple four-worded question
with a simple mark of questioning
that only requires either
a yes
or a no
has turned into
586+ questions
with no answers
with loops that zig in
zig out
then zip through pink flesh
of heart or mind or e-
-ven pus-
-sy
Zig in the lies
And zig out the hopeless. lonely. nights.
Memories long gone, dug up when you call me.
Monday night. 1am. Needing me...as usual.
to where I don't even know what I was asked anymore.
Then, you remind me.
Have you ever loved?
No.
But, I have.

Spectrum

Orange
Blue
Purple
Yellow fields in my mind.

I'm the orange and the blue

You?
Purple and yellow.

I like to fit, nestled in you.

In you.
In you.
In you.

Impatience

I can be really impatient sometimes. That is one of my flaws. I can be patient with many things, many situations...and then, really impatient with others. I wish I had enough peace of mind to not be so impatient or aggravated. I get aggravated rather easily. I've never been considered angry or violent, because I am really not, but I get so bugged and irked by people. Personally, I wish I didn't give a damn sometimes. But, it's just not in my nature to be indifferent. My greatest strength and weakness is that I care too much. I care about people, how they feel, and I am especially careful of how I interact with people. One slip of the tongue can cause devastating effects. But, I keep my tongue to myself. I long to just scream at the top of my lungs how I feel, but I'll settle for a mere conversation. But, this conversation has yet to occur. And, it's been an hour and a half. I'm waiting and waiting. But, I don't know if the call will come through. Sometimes I get so impatient that I will make the first move. I'll pick up the phone and dial the digits. But, it's time for me to be patient, even if it means being impatiently patient. If I get the call, my nerves will settle. Even if I get the call two hours later, I will be okay. But, if I don't get that call, I don't know how I will react. It takes a lot for this impatient gal to sit here and wait. And, now the phone just rang.