Poetry by Me

Love is Blind

Love is Blind, yet we follow it, but why do we follow such a silly misguided emotion?

Don't get me wrong, love is beautiful and shines brightly in contrast to the dull reality of the world, but it's powerful and sometimes cruel.

We let it drag us around and tell us what to do even if we know in our minds it's not smart.

I remember watching movies and reading stories when I was younger and always finishing with a happily ever after, true love, meant to be, perfection. I also remember the first time I felt love brush against my lips, it was like a drug and I wanted more, I wanted it all.

How selfish of me to want to listen to nothing but the sound of his voice for hours at a time! How selfish of me to want him to hold me and only me for the rest of his life! How selfish of me to believe he actually loved me.

He threw my glass heart onto the ground and as the pieces scattered, cutting me open as they flew, by I noticed the sweet taste of love on my lips turn sour, then bitter.

I stopped breathing and begged for that to be my last breath but I had to live on. So I ask again, why do we follow love if it's so blind? The answer is stupidly simple. We are hypnotized by the idea that love can save us, drunk on the idea that love and only love can heal our brokenness. Love has us in shackles and some people are able to escape its clutches, but not me. I'm weak, and I'm blind.