Dear Johnny

Falling in love when it doesn't really exist...

Dear Johnny,

I'm not in love with you.

This is just a little crush,

Due to the last one rushed.

But I do have to admit,

your brown eyes are perfect.

And we fit,

Together like pieces of a puzzle,

But I can't take you too seriously;

I don't want the feeling of regret

Knocking at my door again.

So can we just be friends?

We might lead somewhere,

But I know it'll end up with my heart

Shattered and lost in the air.

It always has.

So I think I'll pass.

We can still talk...

Right?

I may not love you

But lets not fight,

I want us to be right

For each other.

Just give me time

And I'll think of the next rhyme

In our love song

That has been hidden

In my heart,

All along.

Don't walk away from us,

This isn't love, It's lust.

It gets the best of us,

They say.

What are we doing anyway?

Wasting our time with

Something that ends so soon?

It'll be humanity's doom,

And what do we do?

Write "love" letters to

God knows who.

I can't do this anymore...

I'm not in love with you.

Sincerely,

Me

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

From the start love was doomed to grow into anything more than lust or attraction and maybe if lucky a friendship. Our narrator has defeated love putting chains around it in fears of repeating the hurt from the past. Like a good haunting past hurt from love often restricts us from finding love's true form again, it is the fear that hurts the most as the feelings recover, the mind mends, the heart beats to only love again so it is the fear that leaves us loveless in the future.

I like how this poem starts out looking at love then dives down into friendship then dwindles into nothing but lust and a sweet good bye. Is lust all that bad by itself? or is it possible for lust to lead to love if allowed?

Great write

[Poison Soulz]

I love the creativity of this poem! It's so beautifully executed, great write! =D