Love is...A Poem by CatLove is Finding the hay in the needle stack It is longing for a hand to hold and then longing for an empty house One without scaffolding Love Is not patient It runs fast, holding onto forced dopamine and what ifs Love Will never be kind Love is jealous and deceiving it is always on my mind Love takes morning jogs with compromise, gets her drunk to agree to all the things she wouldn’t normally agree to Love hurts Like the feeling you get when you belly flop into a pool of your own expectations Being left only to drown in the lack of realism of it all Love is adolescence at its finest Pure and clumsy, Confident with no testimony Love is deaf and Love is blind so it likes to use its hands to compensate for it’s lack of direction And I’ve already had a taste of heartache and to be honest I’m not ready for a full course meal If I could I would offer up all the things that I couldn’t change and ask for for a refund Maybe These bruises can serve as my receipt I thought that maybe if I was fast enough I could outrun irony and wouldn't have to deal with the sudden halt of delusion But it seems as if love Has known this all along © 2017 CatAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on March 12, 2017 Last Updated on March 12, 2017 Tags: love, poem, poetry, spoken word, loss, unrequited love, moving on AuthorCatAboutI'm a little bit of a wanderer but who isn't in this world? Aspiring polyglot and amateur poet. Words are my best friend and so is poetry. Come get lost with me it'll be fun I promise :) more..Writing
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