"How are you not bitter towards love?" She asks raising her cup to her lips.
"Why would I be?" I asked confused.
"Well," she states standing up walking towards the ledge that looks out over the city her elbows resting on the edge.
"The things that you've told me about, your love life" she starts as she takes another swig from her cup. "are things that would make me pretty bitter about love, how come not you?" She looks at me waiting for me to answer.
"Because," I state. "That would be easy. It would be easy to shut myself off. It would be easy to continue my life dodging all the chances at love I could have but the think is," I say out of breath walking over towards her to look out onto the city.
I rub my hands over my eyes and take in a deep breath.
"I love love , yea I've gone through a lot and people have hurt me , but love brings the best kind of emotions. Yea who knows I might get hurt by the next person I'm with , but the feeling of love & the pure happiness it brings you is something that I'll take 100 heartbreaks for because in the end it's worth it. No matter what love is worth it." I finish as I watch the cars down below pass by.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
