by ALYSSA

Love
is a joke to be told
amongst elder souls.
A joke not probably understood by adolescence.

Love
is a painful excuse
for lust to spread profusely
amongst youth
to be creating premature pregnancy.

Love
is something intangible to me:
It’s something I feel,
but something foreign.

Love
is a painful reminder
that no one understands
the true heart grinder.

Love
is what I thought I felt for father
until he crushed my trust
and denied mom’s proffer.

Love
is what I thought I felt before,
until I couldn’t take it anymore,
and love met his cousin death.

Love
is what I think I feel now,
but I don’t trust myself or him
because Love is a cruel miser
I’m afraid to deal with again.

Love
is a shameful,
joking feeling
that tears us apart
while pulling us closer.

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