Hearts frustration:Fact or Fiction, Love:Fantasy or Reality

A Poem by Deme

Misguided heart:A thought....imperfection misinterpretations

My heart is frustrated with love’s expectations unsure of perfection is realistic.Unsure of its needs unclear of its wants unable to fulfill its desires. I began to wonder why we want it so bad but we don’t even understand it. Comprehension of this vital emotion is far beyond a simple lustful touch or that unforgettable passionate kiss. I was beginning to feel that this love is stranded and has drowned in the abyss or maybe its unseen undetectable to the naked eye. As superficial as the fairy tale of that glass slipper, or that wakening kiss. Maybe it’s suspended in transition of fact or fiction, fantasy or reality. If this, love is something that’s a right for me to have, could it be the reason I don’t have it is because I don’t respect it? Or maybe is it that I don’t deserve it? Why does it feel like I am in the spotlight of Karma’s dramatic dialogue unable to take a bow or the curtain is unable to close? Where’s my love my heart’s perfection? Am I coming up short because of my ignorance of this blessing, love because of my immature, misguided heart which previously corrupted the perfection in the past? Which has caused this perfection grief and pain in a sea of tears and cause it to drown in its sorrow? Maybe like Dorothy with just a click of my heels or the rub of the magic lamp will free my genie as it did Aladdin? Or maybe it isn’t that complicated after all. Forgiveness. Realistically I can’t rewind time and replace the lies with the truth, or walking away instead of laying down in the midst of temporary satisfaction which gave Karma the satisfaction to flip the switch to reveal those whispered indiscretions to reveal those once unseen stolen moments making them visible in truth’s light. Temporary insanity? That’s an excuse I error because I’m made of flesh and misguided. And the truth is I couldn’t accept a love when spiritually I didn’t understand the who and the why. How was I expected to understand something that was to home for my heart’s design and I was unfamiliar with the blueprint?