Love in Redshift

Love in Redshift

A Poem by Broken Pen Poetry
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From early 2016 when the open mic was still going on.

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the moment after you walk down the aisle
your lover's process begins
radioactive decay
of their personality
into their character

just as entropy betrays time having a direction
arrogance betrays the difference between good and evil
as it's so often borne out of virtue

guilt and shame are tow trucks
either tows either

calling confiding "sharing" is Orwellian
because once something comes out of you
you can never get it back

whether you speak
speaks louder
than what you speak

it's not a surprise
the people with the bluest blood are the coldest

the things that got me bullied as a kid
make me invisible as an adult

when your faith gets cooked
you're in a pickle
between expectation and disbelief

love is like a timeline
of shining Christmas lights
falling out of it is breaking the bulb
that makes the whole line of them go out

love is unobtanium
that's why people guard it with their life
and go nuts when they lose it

love is an irrational number
as it goes on forever
it’s never the same thing

love is like aloha
it's the hello of giving
and the goodbye of taking
all to once

love is a pheromone
carried on the stench
of sacrifice

love is known by the trail it leaves in its wake
not by the sight of its prow

there is more love on earth
than there is in heaven
because love is borne out of pain

the Inuit have fifty words for snow
and we have one for love
(maybe the reason our culture has so few words for love
is because we do so little of it)

the heart gets what it wants
even if it kills the rest of the person in the process

God is dead
he was the collateral damage
of killing love

© 2024 Broken Pen Poetry


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Added on August 2, 2024
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Broken Pen Poetry
Broken Pen Poetry

Grand Rapids, MI



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