The idea of love

Love is an amazing terrifying thing.

I love the idea of love

someone looking at you like you are the most amazing human being to have ever walked the earth

that they will love you for the weird things you do

this person choses to stay with you because of how you make them feel

but the idea of love terrifies me

the fact that you care more about someone else more than you care about yourself

that you will love someone who is not good to you because you see them as a god

that you are blinded 

that you will want to go back to what you thought you had instead of seeing what you really have

love makes people do crazy things

lie, cheat, beg, and steal for affection, time, kisses, caresses

anything to feel their version of love

it scares me that the idea of love has me waiting until all hours of the night 

hoping, wishing for a response

it scares me that the minute i felt whole, you came in and made me feel incomplete without 

you

you made me believe that I could be loved again

that I deserved to be called princess and baby by someone other than the boy who made me hate

the idea of love

but you are still hung up on the idea of the love you had from that girl

that girl that I will never be

the girl that you still talk about

to me

to your friends

to your mom

reminding you of what you thought you had

but when I hear about her,

about this beauty that you say will never be matched, 

about the girl you were going to marry

about the girl who said she didn’t love you anymore 

about the girl that still makes you cry 

about the girl who you aren’t sure if you love anymore 

it reminds me of why I am scared of this

idea of love

I think I love you 

I know I could love you better than her

you even say that i am so amazing 

that I am so beautiful

that you never thought you would see yourself 

looking at a girl like me on the same pillow

but here I am 

wanting you to see, to feel, to be in the same 

idea of love as me

but you don’t, at least not yet

you’re hung up on what you thought love was

this idea that we all have 

but never seem to see the same way

because what you called love,

I thought toxic, 

you saw a beauty blood deep,

I saw an ugly heart,

but the idea of having someone to love until you’re old is something we both have in common 

so why are we not thinking of the same 

idea of love 

Love is supposed to be patient, kind, and beautiful

I feel that with you

but I’m not sure you even realize that 

you,

you brown haired 

big eyed

handsome boy

that you are the idea of love to me,

but I need to know,

could your blonde hair, blue eyed idea ever be

this red haired 

green eyed girl

who is head over heels for you? 

Or is your idea of love as set as I am on how much I care 

for you.

People change, things happen, 

we learn

we grow

we grieve 

we see things differently.

beliefs change

and i will hope that one day your idea of love will change 

one day 

because mine did the day i met 

you.

Author's Note

Go easy, I'm still new at this. But be honest, I appreciate tough love.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your logic and your words.
"People change, things happen,
we learn
we grow
we grieve
we see things differently.
beliefs change
and i will hope that one day your idea of love will change
one day
because mine did the day i met
you."
One person can change a life like you stated above. I enjoyed the poem. Honest and true emotions in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nina]

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Willard Wells]

As a song long ago said, "Love Stinks". The problem with love is it comes early in life and generally the person at that time has not developed to the point of really knowing what they want. By the time they figure it out, it is not where they are. Sometimes both grow apart, but often it is only one. Leaving the other lover in great pain of loss.

A very nice work with feelings of love and loss. Well done.

[Nina]

I agree with you entirely, thank you so much!

[Echoes of Eros]

So beautiful, painful, hopeful, aching in the wonder and mystery and sorrow and life that is Love. How you express it so passionately, so personally, connecting the vastness of love, as well as the intimacy of it, and all you have faced. This is an extraordinary, lifting write, dear poet. Yes, love is terrifying. And yes, love is amazing. It is all that makes life deep and rich and fulfilling. xo

[Nina]

Thank you so much for that, it means a lot.