Love.
What is love?
Love is real.
Love is a four letter word.
I would add it to that list
of unused Anglo-Saxon words.
Love is real....
The knowledge that everyone believes in
that everyone will find their mate to bring them happiness.
the warm fuzzy feeling of hearing a name, feeling a touch...
No, rather...
Love is a delusion that one day we will find our true mate
Our happiness that will complete our lives, lift our spirits, and make us whole.
It’s the cold darkness of our name not being called out or being touched lovingly.
A cruel reminder of our present state.
Love is a drug like Prozac or Zoloft
Love is a alternate reality we create where in the end
we are all happy with our partner(s).
Love is where we deny the ultimate reality, that life is cold, harsh and painful.
Love is a security blanket that we just can’t release.
Love keeps us alive while slowly killing us from within.
Yet, in my mind’s eyes
Love is to be mine
Love is the drug
The drug that keeps me holding on
Holding on to the edge of that which we call life.
Each day my grip grows weaker and weaker,
yet the delusion of love, holds me on that cliff.
-- John “JT” Lamb
Copyright 16 Feb 2005
3 comments:
must be the goth in me, but that was a beautiful poem.
I wish a simple *hug* could improve you emotional state.
Dulcinea is the perferct form. "naught but flame and air" and therefore a being to be sought but never found.. For while seeking her/him you are strong and resolute, and once you found her/him you must fear the loss and therefore become miserly and cowardly from that fear...
this poem is truer than you realize however we have all found our loves and need to work with one another to find our one and true happiness.
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