Love. Undefined.

Part I

Love is a terrible, terrible thing.

Loving someone fiercely is like wearing your heart outside of your body

No skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

Love is a terrible, terrible thing.

Its loss is even worse.

It rips and guts from the inside out.

Love is a terrible, terrible thing.

The waterfall of salted water

That cascades down past my closed eyelids

Broken tracks and trails of

Loss, misery and pain.

Waiting for a love that would choose us.

Waiting for a love greater than the one we accept

Or the love we simply think we deserve.

Part II

Love is a terrible, terrible thing.

It can fool you

Into believing someone wants you

And loves you, for you.

But everybody wants to eat the cherry,

And only leave the pith.

Nobody wants to plant and water it

See it grow into a beautiful Mys-

Terry only wants to devour the sherry.

Love is a terrible, terrible thing.

You don’t want to lose me…

…But you don’t want to keep me either.

You can’t help yourself, right?

You can only help someone who actually wants to be helped.

As I said, love, is a terrible, terrible thing.

and I want nothing to do with it.

Part III

“Todo muere porque una vez nacio.”

Everything dies because it was once born.

We cannot choose where we come from

But we can choose where we go from there

Everyone deserves love

Everyone deserves the unadultered joy and happiness

That comes from the freedom of being loved

And expressing oneself in the safety of that love

Can anybody be happy if they are not free?

I do not know.

What I do know, is love conquers all.

Yes, love can be a terrible, terrible, thing.

But, love can also be a beautiful, beautiful thing

Shared sunsets and meals

Family picnics and supporting someone’s team

Love, in its purest form, is true, gentle, and kind.

Part IV

Love.

I love him.

When did I get this soft?

Where did the shift happen?

How did he succeed on the backs of the failure of many?

What makes him so special?

He loves me.

I never knew that love could liberate

I always thought it only captured

Held its victims for ransom

Demanded blood, sweat, tears and heart break

But mutual love,

Filled with compassion

Laughter and joy

Tears and understanding

Growth and selflessness

Painted a picture so vivid

That I was forced to conclude,

Love is not what I thought it was at all.

It is neither terrible nor beautiful.

Part V

Love cannot be constrained or confined,

To the imaginings of my mere mortal mind.

Love, must be work of a divine nature

In all its glory.

Love, must be birthed from God.

And we humans try to grapple with it.

I am not sure love is ours

Not in its entirety

Love is meant to be given and taken

The two are not mutually exclusive.

I am not sure love is simple

It is purposefully complex

I am sure then,

That love cannot be defined.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Elizabeth Burrowes says:

    Poignant, vivid, and very deep!

    Liked by 1 person

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