illimex
Bluelighter
Why do we love?
it is such a foolish emotion
with no rhyme nor reason
for a state of being
which can inhabit anger
it can hurdle differences
it is the reason we agree
to disagree
even when only one is right
it makes no sense
it is confounded and cursed
this so-called love,
it has no logical point of reference
no perspective
there is nothing good
about something which envelopes you
although you may not respect
the other
it keeps you from leaving something bad
behind
in the dust
to move on
it tears your very soul out as you walk away
from the thing it has bonded you to
it is not the change
change is nothing to fear
it is the absence
of presence
of the other
it is not what people say
i should know because
i love.
i feel love.
when things should be packed
and arrangements made
instead there is love
holding your hand
telling you not to run away
coaxing tears from your eyes
holding your stomach in your throat
confusing the logic which should rule
your mind
and replacing common sense
with something uncommon
compromise.
do not throw it away
do not head for the door
because even though you hate her
you cant bear to live without her
you can't stand to see her cry
sure there is so much more out there
sure the change would be wonderful
but
it wouldn't be her.
confounded love.
self-centered, self-serving
diabolical love.
dastardly and daft love.
it is a thorn in my side.
can it not be taken from me
can I not be, for one minute,
loveless?
just enough time to leave?
what would it matter
for after the last ticking second
the flood would wash me away again
wash me into emotional oblivion
carry me out to sea on a current of pain
riding on a raft, broken,
like my heart.
damn you love.
it is such a foolish emotion
with no rhyme nor reason
for a state of being
which can inhabit anger
it can hurdle differences
it is the reason we agree
to disagree
even when only one is right
it makes no sense
it is confounded and cursed
this so-called love,
it has no logical point of reference
no perspective
there is nothing good
about something which envelopes you
although you may not respect
the other
it keeps you from leaving something bad
behind
in the dust
to move on
it tears your very soul out as you walk away
from the thing it has bonded you to
it is not the change
change is nothing to fear
it is the absence
of presence
of the other
it is not what people say
i should know because
i love.
i feel love.
when things should be packed
and arrangements made
instead there is love
holding your hand
telling you not to run away
coaxing tears from your eyes
holding your stomach in your throat
confusing the logic which should rule
your mind
and replacing common sense
with something uncommon
compromise.
do not throw it away
do not head for the door
because even though you hate her
you cant bear to live without her
you can't stand to see her cry
sure there is so much more out there
sure the change would be wonderful
but
it wouldn't be her.
confounded love.
self-centered, self-serving
diabolical love.
dastardly and daft love.
it is a thorn in my side.
can it not be taken from me
can I not be, for one minute,
loveless?
just enough time to leave?
what would it matter
for after the last ticking second
the flood would wash me away again
wash me into emotional oblivion
carry me out to sea on a current of pain
riding on a raft, broken,
like my heart.
damn you love.
