Sometimes people misinterpret what love is.
Sometimes people say
It's something that causes pain
And in this battlefield
Where everyone has gone astray
It's WILD,
But this battlefield
Was once a flower field
And the sun shone
And the flowers faced it,
My flowers haven't wilted
I guess that's why I'm saying this
That love is many things
But no one knows what yet,
Some say it's a liar,
And others say it's no good,
Some people say it's fire,
Like i'll blow my damned car hood,
And some say it's a musical
Skipping, skipping, smiles
I haven't loved for a while,
But I know love is none of those things,
Love ain't a person
Nor an embodiment
It's not a hypothesis
Or a predicament
It's not a stem on a flower
Nor a leaf in the breeze,
It's not a smile on your daughter's face
While a tear treks of cheek,
It's not Spotify or YouTube,
It's not passion or content,
It's not even satisfaction,
Like I said, don't know it yet:
But Love has told a man once
The man was yet confused
That love is a gun, but not the type you'd think
Love lives inside of you.
Love is something that keeps us breathing
And suffocates us to no in end
Love is often an enemy
But love is my most faithful friend
Tap inside that chest of yours
Feel the sun burn it through
Love cannot be defined with words
Words can define "I love you"
I guess it's confused,
I guess it's weird,
But trust me my love
Trust my dear
Love is honestly nothing,
Just words compiled together
Into a sloppy,
Vague poem.
YOU ARE READING
And My Body Is Nature
PoesíaA poetry collection by Tee Foster, inspired by her heritage, mental health, relationships, life experiences, and identity. A majority of these poems are from her past, a version of her that once existed but no longer wanders this world with you.
