About Love
Im tired of writing about love
Pretending I understand it
And all it’s complexity
As if I have any success stories
The truth is I am still just as oblivious
Just as dumbfounded by love
As I was as a child
When I was first learning the word
I won’t sit here and tell you what love is
I won’t write metaphors or similes for love
Instead I will write apologies
I will write apologies and epitaphs and all my lamented poems about brokenness
To remind myself that pain is only as bad as we let ourselves believe it is
And that love is the closest feeling to pain that I will ever know.
So I won’t write about love
It leaves tear marks on the pages
Dilutes the ink as they fall
Do not be fooled by the way they shine
And I’m tired of waiting for the rain
Turning my head at every mention of thunder
Every roar across the sky
Or flash of light on the horizon
It’s time I write my own story
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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