Love, basic as it is, let's start my free writing journey with that. I find love as passionate and intimate. We think of it as this moral and necessity that we MUST have in life. But is it really needed to feel something? Is it like e-cigarettes where I need it in my life every day?
I find that love and being love is sometimes overrated but worth it when you find the right person and cant stop smiling when you see them, but I guess that makes me bipolar then. I find love as a word containing the same power as someone using the N-word, you tell someone you love them and it's as if it brings back bad memories that can never leave your mind. I'm remembering her, I smiled every time I looked at her face, I'd literally do anything for her, wrote her a heartfelt message for her special day, but somehow I get cut off like if I'm hanging from a cliff and you pushed my hand off the ledge. We look at this as ****** up and not worth your time, but there's always a reason for everything no matter how stupid or understandable it may be, love hurts This wretched word, feeling, emotion makes you want to spin through the whole world getting a rose from each country for this person, or it makes you want to dive sixteen feet underground into a casket to never see the light of day ever again since this person can't accept what you are offering. The other thing about love I hate is when people don't put away their ego's for you. Do you really have to be that stuck up and audacious when you know there's some type of spark? I move on trying to reconsider love and what it has to offer, but now what else in this perilous affair will come my way? Love makes me feel sick to the brain, at times I can't get this person out my head. but other times I'm just silent and dying on the inside with no one to talk to because everyone has their own problems and lives to care about. So everyone facing issues in love, just know that being bipolar and keeping your ego is no the way to go. They say you must change to get someone but what's the point of individuality then? Love is not for everyone, but there is somehow someone for everyone in this small, audacious, egotistical world. Just know I luv you ~Aero
I know its not exactly a poem, but this is a piece that my audience found insightful. What do you think?