realism

real love is not pain,

it's not angry tears like rain

nor is it long, hot nights

or cold, short fights

it's not obsession, or fear

it's not anxiety when they're near

not mania or heartbreak

or a dull, hollow ache

it used to be waiting,

on and off dating

a feeling too dark, too tight,

a tired coquet that never felt right

real love is pleasure,

it's calm, at your leisure 

warm beds and cold feet

another steady heart beat

loud laughter with warm tears

the cleansing of months worth's of fears

patient words and patient endings

with spoken band-aids for mending

it's beauty and silky romances

secret kisses and stolen glances

it's synonyms for happiness and love

the perfect match, who fits like a glove

it's everything I've ever gone through

but most of all, it's you

Reviews

[Siobhán Kiernan]

Hi Skyla,
I love this, very beautiful words and interpretations!