Not 3 poems only about love, but 3 poems titled Love. (well, Love, Love II, and Love III, respectfully) So that implies that I should post them together. Problem? Love II has a partner poem. So. This post will have 4 poems total. Here goes nothing!
Love
Love isn't patient.
It's restless.
Your hands, body and soul
Twitch with the
Anticipation of a
Single touch.
Love is not kind.
It's cruel.
It tears at your
Heartstrings,
Bringing tears to your
Eyes for the
Longing of it.
So why do people always
Lie about how it really is?
Maybe they don't
Really know true love.
(Notes: I'm not trying to go against the Bible. I took a little artistic license. Trust me, I love those verses. Heck, I'm Catholic! The reason I bring it up is that I know some have read it and commented that the defiant, borderline sacrilegious tone bothered them. I hope you understand where I'm coming from.)
(The next two poems are designed to be complete opposites. I know. Dumb. But they face each other in my poetry book and I just find it fitting.)
Hell
I'm sorry.
You must understand...this wasn't your fault.
It was my choice.
Please don't forget me.
That's all I ask of you.
Believe me when I say I love you.
I always will.
I just saw this as the best solution.
Trust me when I say it is better this way.
I couldn't keep living like that.
I know all that's left is Hell.
It doesn't matter.
I've been living in Hell for too long.
At least now, I know why I deserve it.
Love II
It's funny when you're in love.
Clouds dance endlessly around the sun.
Everything seems three times brighter.
Your heart jumps at the mere thought of it.
Happiness becomes a real possibility.
Nothing can even dream of messing up.
Your soul seems three times fuller than before.
Amazing, really.
To think how it all started.
One.
Single.
Person.
(Notes: No, Hell was never intended to be a personal suicide letter disguised as a poem. I've had someone ask that, too.)
Love III
It's rather stupid, personally.
I feel like I can tell you anything,...and yet,
There is so much I'm holding back.
It feels as though if I tell you, I'll lose you.
If I tell you too much, I'm afraid it will scare you away.
Like how can I tell you I love you?
You don't just say that to best friends.
It's an unwritten law.
You know I like you.
But I don't think you will ever understand -
Don't say you will! - Just let me finish! -
Just how much I love you.
I love you more than Penelope longed for Odysseus.
Or more than the mischievous stars love to sparkle brilliantly in the pitch-black sky.
You have no idea.
Love has never entered your mind.
But it's haunted mine for quite some time.
I've tried my best to hide it,
For fear it will tear us apart.
Friendships aren't meant to handle this.
This one-sided, idiotically impossible love.
I know how you feel:
Nothing like how I feel for you.
And I know there is nothing I can do to change that.
So for a time, I like to think I shouldn't tell you.
It won't matter anyway.
But deep in my soul, I know keeping it from you is wrong.
I'm just so afraid of how you would react.
Of what it would make you do.
So please, promise me one thing.
Don't leave me, even if you can't look me in the eye.
Don't tell me things are different and it's too weird.
Because you may not be able to handle love,
But I can't handle a life without it,...without you.
Even if I can't say it face to face,...
I love you too much to lose you.
(Notes: This was (regretfully) non-fiction. And the person it was written for did read it. And to my surprise, it went over well. And just a random fact because it's late and I feel like making this THAT much longer, I've always been completely mesmerized by the love between Penelope and Odysseus in Homer's The Odyssey. They loved each other so much that 20 freaking years of absence didn't tear them apart. Sorry, but that tops Romeo and Juliet any day. So I often refer to it in some form or fashion throughout my life.)
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