The Truth About Love

I didn’t know
I didn’t know what to do
Didn’t know what to say
He spoke to me
                    so kind
He helped me
                    so thoughtful

I didn’t know what to do
Didn’t know what to say
He told me he loved me
                   I was blown away

Sometimes love can be as simple as this poem, which I wrote myself, and it can be as easy as one, two, three.  You meet someone that just warms you up from the inside and covers you up with a soft blanket.  Their smile will mean the world to you.  You might stutter when you talk because you are nervous and embarrassed.  You will hold hands, tentatively in private and then in public.  You will kiss and it would be the most wonderful thing you have ever experienced.

Summertime In Me

A soft shade of peachy hue

Reflected in the waves

Turning glass to jewels a many

Seashells serenade

A song so calm, a blanket soft

Echoes in the ears of children

Sandy ground a sugar brown

Beautifully golden

Light blue sky so azure

A reflection in the sea

Seagulls fly, glide, and cry

Sad songs once stolen

Songs of which you once knew

About the love of heart

My feelings hurt, a prickle pain

More, lest you throw the dart

But
we are only human and sometimes the things we say might hurt others and the things they say might hurt us.  Love is the most delicate part of life.  One little mistake could possibly take your love away from you.  One word could damage your relationship forever.  One action to cut you apart from one another.  This will hurt.  It will hurt badly.  You might cry.  You might curse yourself for being so stupid.  In the end, you might never ever get back together again.

Desire

The longing of

Wanting

Desiring

It’s so powerful

I can’t bare it

Something in my heart

It’s craving

It feels hot

I don’t know

What to do

I’m at a loss

I crave for

Something

Without knowing yet

What it is

After the breakup, you may feel desperate to feel that love again.  You will feel the heat in your heart, you might even do something foolish that you will regret later on.  Sometimes, you might regret the breakup.  Maybe once you see your loved one with someone else, you'll feel jealous.

"But we just broke up because it wasn't working out," you tell yourself.

But maybe there was something there?  But then again, love is tricky and deceiving.  Maybe you only thought there was.

Please understand

Why do you look at me funny?

What did I do?

…OK, maybe I don’t do things like you

But that doesn’t mean I’m different.

I’m me.

You’re you.

It’s as simple as that.

Don’t look at me like that

Please

I beg you

Accept me for who I am

We’re different.

We can’t be twins,

Or so similar.

It won’t work out.

Why do you look at me that way?

Please,

Understand, please

I am me and you are you.

We are different.

It’s a good thing.

Maybe your loved one was picky about the things you did?  Maybe they didn't like the way you dressed or the way you ate?  Or maybe it was just something small that brought you apart--made you strangers that know each other to the roots.

What if you made a mistake?

What if you made a mistake but might have found someone else?

Uncertain Love

You shine

A light before me

But always

push me down

    I

      cannot

  breathe

All I see

Is choking darkness

I walk the path of

Uncertain love

You touch me

Your lips

are hot

Craving

But always

push me away

Into the cold

winter night

I cannot find

the heat

All I feel

is freezing fear

You are my prism

You create color

But always

Erase my rainbow

All I see

is black and white

It is monotone

I try to remember

The reds

The blues

But I cannot

I still walk the path of

Uncertain love

I am foolish

Love doesn't always grant you happiness.  Sometimes it's so painful you wish you didn't have to go through the vicious cycle each time.  You don't want to hurt.  You don't want to hurt others.  But still you fall in love.  It's human instinct.  We cannot live alone.  We need to love.  However much we fall into the hurtful hole of breakups and of hurting one another, we always come back up again; we are always forced to come back up again; we are scarred and battered, but we still fall in love.

"Get up!" Love yells, pushing us to our feet.  Our legs shake.  Our eyes are blurry with tears.  We don't want to go through the hurtfulness again.  But when we see love, standing there, showing us what can happen if all goes well, we stand up on our weak legs and pull ourselves up to fall in love again.  Why do we get up after each blow?  Why do we mend our hearts together with force when there is a good chance it will just get crushed again?

We are foolish.  If it hurts, why don't we stop loving?  WHY DON'T WE JUST MAKE IT STOP?

Deceptive Road of Love

Love

is a beast

that whips you

then gives you candy

When you think

love is putty in your hands

it betrays you

and leaves you

vulnerable in a forest

filled with unknown creatures

that eat away at your heart

Just before it’s all gone

day returns to the nighty dark forest

and something shines again

something warms up inside

Love returns

Back at last

But you know

the road to eternal love

is filled with deceptions

You are desperate

so

you fall for it again

and are hurt

and are broken

again and again and again

Love is full of deceptions.  It can pretend to make us happy only later we find it was making us miserable.  People say love is wonderful.  People say love is beautiful.  But in reality, it's a trickster.  In reality, it's not as wonderful as everyone says it is.

But, we always fall for it, nonetheless.