A poem I wrote in response to all the mooning that goes on around Valentines Day. |
This Misconception of Love The image of Love has always been Wine and Roses, Flowers and Song That however is not the true face of Love Love is pain and anguish Love is breathless waiting And sleepless nights Love is the constant feeling of Something Missing Love is watching the clock when you're apart Aching to be together, only to watch again For fear of when you have to part once more Love is the burning desire to touch and taste Love is the obsession to consume another Body and Soul and still never be close enough Love is an addiction, Love is a Drug The high it provides tears at your soul Leaving you always wanting more The fear of losing the other wakes you from A sound sleep, paranoia and suspicion become Replacements for trust and understanding Love can make a strong willed person live in terror Of Loneliness, cower in the face of forever... Humans need the connection, but also fear the Separation,.Love is not a splendored thing, Love is a curse, Love is a nightmare, As I sit here and beat my bloodied hands against The walls of my emotional prison, bound by The iron shackles of my desires, I know in my heart Without Love my life would be calm, the oceans Would be smooth, the breezes soft, but, Without Love I would not be...Without Love I... Would cease to exist. Those of you who do not agree, so be it. You can have your Valentines and your Flowers and Candy, Sing your songs and Recite your scrawled Rhymes. For you have never truly loved...but you should... |