The Flowers Bloom Here

Six Words

Love is complicated.
Bundles of confusion compiled with heaps of happiness,
At time.
We are taught as teenagers that love is a pointless emotion,
And sex is just a game to lose a forbidden card, meant for chasing each other around a broken turnstile.
You told me "physical connection is the most important",
And I disagreed.
I don't need to constantly be with someone to love them,
It might break my heart to come to an empty bed at night,
But it's always been worth it to me.
He's only living an hour away,
You should probably learn to be but back in your place.
You have no right to tell me who I love,
And when I should just maybe,
Give up.