how you don’t notice
a brand new sensation
until it’s not new anymore.
Not until reminiscing
do you realize
you haven’t felt this way forever.
Or ever before.
Maybe that’s weird.
It probably is.
Because you’re human.
Just a few little comments,
a loving gaze,
and a perfect kiss
are enough to keep
a girly grin
on a girly face
for a very long time.
Communication is difficult. Not only do you have to work up the courage to explain yourself to other people, but you basically put it in good faith that they won’t misunderstand what ou are saying. Since we use words to communicate and all words were manufactured by other humans, it can be difficult to get meaning across.
Take religion, for instance. You might discuss the existence of a higher being. Even though two people might say they believe in God, they might have drastically different opinions about who this god is and how they function.
Same goes for love. Some people don’t believe in love. I think most people do, but what does that mean? There are a lot of opinions on what love is. Love is often seen as perfect. When you love someone, you put their needs ahead of your own. You want what’s best for them. But you also have to love yourself. Because if you put others ahead of yourself all the time, that’s seen as unhealthy.
Romantic love is extremely difficult to pin down. Is it about chemistry? Is it pre-ordained? Is there a spark? Do we control who we love?
I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but I do know that even if we don’t control our emotions, most of us are capable of controlling our actions. In this way, we can show love to others when they need it, and even if it may not be an exclusive love or an approval of a person’s choices, we can love them as a fellow human being, wandering through this world trying to find answers just like everyone else.
What is love to you? Is there a difference between familial love, general love for humanity, and romantic love? Or are they all the same thing, presented in different scenarios?
“And the Mississppi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota at a place where you can walk across with five steps down” Indigo Girls
the Pinprick to the heart.
the spark that ignited the flame.
the first drop of a flood.
You were none of these. Read the rest of this entry
“I had a heart then, but the queen has been overthrown” – Ellie Goulding
Some might say I’m heartless,
and I can’t say they’re wrong
because pining for love
and adding meaning to things
that just happen,
are just part of this life..
that’s not me. Not right now.
So maybe I’m a bit cold;
maybe I’m lost as well
but I’m making this journey
and doing it my way
and they can all go to hell.
I’ll never know unless I try.
That rhyme was prettier than I had planned,
it’s probably already been written.
The rhythm’s off, but that is why,
now is the time.
30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 4: Write a poem using the words mistrust, blue, half, and twang.
As I write, I have a thought
of you, of course,
for I rarely think of else.
And because I always have to think
I had to mistrust myself.
My overthinking, my half-heart-half-brain,
those are the culprits my my pain.
The only reason for this twang in me
is because part of me longs to always be blue.