Misconceptions

Location

Nevada
United States

  Dear Love,

You were an arrogant, blundering fool,

with no respect for others.

My eyes burned with anger to the fiery depths of my soul

did I hate your pride.

You found excuses to talk to me,

to try to put together the puzzle piece.

I countered with my mental game,

full of witty remarks and sarcasm galore.

Little did I know that I loved you,

All these feelings jumbled in my head.

The game was changing,

I started to noticing the way your mind worked:

the way you moved,

how you crafted the facade of disdain.

My mind screaming in the midst of all these thoughts to stay strong.

But, I was falling hard.

I knew to love you would go against all good  judgment,

but, is it really all the great if it can’t include you in it?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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