Love is not...
She saw that love was heavy
Unaware as a young child
Intensity flowed in her blood
Living in her father’s house
Love looked like a harsh war
And she built a fence of bricks
She let herself turn grey and numb
She was disregarded
She felt that there was a decree
That it was okay to be manipulated
That she should be okay with hurtful words
Just to cover that gunshot with a band-aid
Out of the blue, her lover pronounced
If you let me, I will show you
That love is not what you think
Love is not complicated or superficial
Love is not cruel or painful
Love is harmony
Love is a free reign
Growing up in a church
Her teachers talked about love constantly
They taught her that the Holy Father loves her
And when she heard that
She thought that she would be ignored
Or that she was the exception of His love
One would think that she knew better
But she didn’t
Discovering that she was wrong was a relief
The intensity that she saw
Peeping through her bedroom door
Was not true
She always knew that there was more
She started to block hurt from her life
Even if it was from her parents, her friends, or herself
She soon fell in love
And she did not love like her father
She loved like herself