i didn't recognize love at first,
he can in the shape of feminine, talkative yr 7 boy,
being yr 8 i wasn't particularly looking for love;  
tbh i was shying away.

he hid for a while; i kept denying his presence.
but love came, love was my best friend,

till one day.
may 1st.

love took me down a bush trail,
i cried my eyes out to love for hours,
told love i couldn't live without him.
love embodied a now yr 9 - cutest theatre kid.

love stuck by me for months,
love even stuck by me when i dated other guys.
love stopped me from many things; love kept me sane.

but love got tough.
i got demanding of love and love had enough.
i battled with love for a couple of months.
love made me cry myself to sleep many nights.

love left me.
he probably felt it wasn't the time.
he left me, drifting slowly and then all at once.

i was left without him but he promised to come back; i believe him.
who knows when i will see love next,
why, where, how.

maybe in a 18 yr smoker, with black nails.
maybe in a 23 yr uni student that vomits all over me.
maybe in 30 yr artist in the middle of times square.

sometimes he is obvious, sometimes in disguise
but i trust he will come when i am ready.

love's gone
but for now i have one message for love,

thank you for coming