I wrote this poem after getting my heart broken. It made me evaluate that many people cannot describe love or their perception of love is different. I then learned that maybe I don’t even know what love is.
Love, it can be one of the most beautiful things……. It can also be one of the deadliest.
Give you a natural high. Becoming an addiction.
It becomes your crack, your cocaine, and your mary jane.
It can stab you in the heart. Piercing your soul making it half and not whole.
That sweet taboo feeling that you only seem to read about becomes reality.
It’s like jumping off of a cliff and hoping you don’t fall into alligator infested waters.
Praying that special person will catch you as you fall
Hoping they won’t let you hit the ground.
Hoping they won’t let you become just a splat on the concrete Another page in their book.
Everyone wants to be loved but no one wants to give it.
Reciprocation, reciprocation, Consistency, consistency Loyalty, loyalty
All key factors to make a love last. But no one can quite grasp
Everyone longs to be loved.
Some want love but are incapable of being loved.
People will take but never give.
That’s how a love will begin to have holes in the wall.
Til that wall eventually collapses.
You see the ruins and the ashes like Greece Athens
Ruins of a love that was but could’ve been.
What never was but should have been.
Now tell me please What are the factors of love, because I don’t know anymore
