Cette Genre d'Amour
/zhe∙jour∙de∙amur/
(That Kind of Love)
It's waking up with those sunny smiles on your lips;
those hint of memories that are surely for keeps,
or feeling all giddy because of sweet nothings,
maybe even witnessing past little things.
But this kind of love is not what you gave to me.
It's my self-destruction without your proximity;
the perfect metaphor for madness and beauty;
a nightmare whose beauty has no tranquility.
We shared love like a classic piece of tangled sheets,
unraveling what's beyond our flesh into bits
with our souls spilled on each sides of this massive bed
that reeked of deadly sins and tears that have been shed.
Among all choices, this love is not the best to make;
but all the best it offers is yours to take.
Yes, it's bad for you but this kind of love is true;
that kind of love that makes room for the bests in you.
[a/n: This is the kind of love a Consunji can give. I wrote this poem for a contest (Consunji Series' first generation). This poem is my version of the summary of the series. I've read all her stories including those on-going right now and the Consunji Legacy is my favorite series (from the first gen to the third). I'm posting this as a late birthday gift for the genius behind the series, Ms. xxakanexx . Belated Happy Birthday po! :) I was supposed to post this on the 18th but... well our internet sucks so... I'm posting it anyway. I love you po. Thank you for your stories, its lessons, for keeping it real and for being an inspiration. God bless po! #markedbyaconsunji ]
