love is.

they say you’ll know it when it happens
and you’ll feel it when it’s real.
they say the feelings never ending
and you want it more and more.
they say you’ll just know when it’s real
i think it’s real, at my front door.

love is patience
love is equality.
love is not about all of the shitty things i do to me.
love is lovely.
love is kind.
love is banging his new lover.
he’s gonna fuck her blind.

it’s not about saying your sorry.
it’s all about guiltless lies.
it’s about breaking,
it’s a parasitic emotion filled of lust
followed by cold and lonely nights.

love is patience.
i’m still waiting.
love is something.
you’re debating.
fuck her here or fuck her there.
should i wear normal underwear?
love is dancing, ever-slowly.
dancing in heartbreak
singing softly.
love is screaming, who are you dating?
love is something not to be messed with
love is nothing you should guess with.

they’ll say you know it when you feel it.
no doubt about it.
love is enchanting.
love is banging his new lover.
he’s gonna fuck her blind.

• Category: Poetry