i've wondered more often than i'd like to admit
why isn't falling in love as astonishing as i'd been raised to believe?
where is the magic man who changes my life for the better?
why don't i deserve the experience of love?
i have been involved lovingly of course;
wrongly to society's perspectives
one was too far--disloyal
one, my only female relationship--hell, true hell in every heartbreaking form
only one was to expectation--dishonesty.
i haven't seen a good love in real life
the only example of love i've seen was corrupt, broken, toxic, and
at one point not truly love
i realize my experiences run parallel to the example.
maybe i am destined to a life of blackened love, sans love in all its possible presences
i am pained with memories of failed friendships and betrayals.
perhaps i am not destined for good.
but then i met Good
i grabbed Good by the hand and then i avoided and hid from Good, because
i had never met good.
i finally welcomed Good into my life tentatively, first— Good could have been a trick.
but slowly, i let the warmth that Good offered me into my veins.
with that, i've learned that love is not what my mother had told me
love is not what i'd grown up with
love is not what the media portrays
love is not about toxicity
love is not what i had gone through.
the culmination of love is pure.
love is a contented, comfortable silence love is a brush of the hand, followed by a genuine smile
love is a shared gaze, rich enough to exchange concepts and ideas unspoken
love is a compilation of awkward moments that is awaiting future laughter
love is powerful
love is sweet
love is secure
love is support
love is a passion that Good offers.
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The Purest Being
PoetryA collection of free-form poems written by me, based on how I'm feeling. They also are related to OCs and other things I'd written, but can be applied to anything really. They have a common theme-- a pure being, and maybe someday, the specific love...
