love isn't

when i called you names,
i call only my lovers,
i was hoping it wouldn't be
the same with you,
a thought that paled
as we went on kissing,
then after that, you went out
for a smoke, to get to know me,
before sunrise, i swear
i fell in love with you,
before we even kissed,
but i've seen these all before,
i can't believe i've come
to know you in an hour,
so much sorrow after,
i haven't felt in a long time,
right when i didn't believe
in love anyway, i came
to know what it isn't ,
not knowing what it is

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes i wonder if we ever actually know love---i think we do only find out what it isn't...and it definitely is perplexing to say the least...it happens quickly and can be over just as quickly....but hurts just the same as if it wanders in slowly into our hearts and leaves the same way.

[highonwords]

a sad thought my friend - a sad thought - but real - thank you my friend :)

steph

[V]

Some hurting lines. "I can't believe i've come to know you in an hour" reads nice but with a notion of pain. Believing or not believing in love - hurts both, I think.

[highonwords]

there is a notion of pain in there - it was easy to know the person - it seems the person is just the same as the others - and the truth hurts and sets free the speaker

steph

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes it is easier to know what love is not, that what it is.

[highonwords]

how come, my friend?

steph

[redzone]

"i came to know what it isn't, not knowing what it is... OUCH!!

all I can say is that he was no lover and no poet!!

redzone

[highonwords]

oh he really must have been not :)

steph