Love?
What is love truly,
I have never experienced it
Therefore I cannot feel it
I cannot feel the slowing of my heart when she enters
Her prescience calming me
I cannot feel the way my heart flutters when she says
"We need to talk"
The anxiety of losing her pooling
in my cheeks
In my heart
I can't explain how it feels
Not even in poetry
Because I find her so perfect
Even her flaws seem beautiful
Her temper,
Her nervous habits
Her tendency to yell
It all seems soft,
A pink horizon with gentle clouds.
I cannot feel
The pang in my stomach
at the thought of losing
My mother
Who gave everything to me
With next to nothing in return
I cannot feel the floating feeling
The catch of breath
At another's woman's poetry
The shake of my fingers as I read on
Engulfed in words,
Illustration
I am too inexperienced with love to
Get goosebumps from a song
To pour affection
into a girl
who Won't last
To look at myself in the mirror
The image,
that so many say is
Gorgeous
And stare
Without flinching
