Love that's no fun.

I haven't written anything in three years. I haven't felt the need to, I have been happy. However, I am starting to struggle in deciphering how I feel. I am a little lost in love.

What is there to be done,

when love is no longer fun?

 

When the ropes become attached, 

and the rooms become mismatched.

 

When the belongings sprawled on the floor,

Don’t have a specific owner anymore.

 

Love is supposed to uplift,

But what happens when there becomes a rift? 

 

Do we fill the cracks and pretend they’re not there?

Or simply accept that we are now beyond repair?

 

We need to find a spark,

Otherwise, we’ll simply fall apart.

 

Two years is not long,

So why are we already feeling like something is wrong?

 

Darling towards you I feel respect,

And my heart feels love for the person you are.

But my heart is longing for a spark,

And my stomach is hungry for butterflies.

My palms are a desert, in desperate need of hydration. 

And my eyes are strained, from searching for something that cannot be found.

Reviews

[E.A. Spain]

i feel this so deeply. i feel like im living this poem in a way. thank you for writing this

[Tamika]

Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

When love died, always died painfully.
"My palms are a desert, in desperate need of hydration.
And my eyes are strained, from searching for something that cannot be found."
I do understand the above lines. Thank you Tamika for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Tamika]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Tamika.