twenty-two

six months into adulthood and terrified

love is a vanity reserved for the young.

It is the unequivocal belief 

that we deserve to be forever seen 

the way we saw ourselves at twenty-two.

the want of love

as anything but ephemeral

is a fight against the natural entropy 

that governs every aspect

of the biological world.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

i like this poem a little too much! keep writing :D

[GalaxyGhost]

I can relate to this in a way because I don't really like the icky romanticized part of love, but I still get crushes and stuff. There are days where I'm honestly disliking the idea of love, but then most days I'm just thinking about the hate the world has and its lack of love. I'm a bit of a paradox that way, which is weird. Anyway, this poem is quite nice and I enjoyed the use of words you incorporated into it.