Love is a word
It doesn't mean much to me
It tears
Away the shelter
And drags me to a new home
Love is a fleeting memory
I had when I was young
My parents said they had it
Before they split apart
Don't trust it
It'll fool you
You'll end up on your face
Like spilled milk
But way, way worse
Someone said they loved me
Before they turned away
Ignoring my pleas
Not caring
About my feelings
Or my heart, for that matter
Another said they loved me
Before they flew away
To somewhere in my dreams
Where only they can stay
They left me in this cold world
To fend for myself
To cry myself to sleep
To look for them in vain
So when someone says
they love you
Look into their heart
Check the burning embers
To make sure they are real
Before you step out
And fall with no firm footing
But for me
Love is a word
And it doesn't mean much to me.
- Hadiya Knight
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LOVE is a word.
PoetryI wrote this in the character of a book I read. I really felt a strong emotional connection to what was happening to the character, and I hope you can tell through this poem. Peace, blessings, and grace to all of you!! If you'd like, please vote or...
