1. Love: word and emotion. Deceptive. Needed-
as air is to lungs. Natural instinct did this,
a caudate nucleus and dopamine. The flesh houses
of humankind, incurable. And me- pining
to be loved. Pining for love. I settled,
confusing lust for love. A broken heart,
a suffocating reality with punishing tears.
I tried to grow cold against love.
Only the need, like a drug, is overwhelming.
2. Lusting, just to love. Not patient enough
to wait for him, the right one.
No directions to find my way home,
that place where my heart is.
I fell apart, rebuilt walls, turned
into ice, destroyed favored dreams-freed myself.
But not really.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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