A Rational Poem About the Emotion of Love

I don’t often write about love

I’ve felt it

yes

had it slap me around

here and there

but I’ve found the feeling

of romantic love

able to be boiled down

acutely

to sexual attraction

plus familiarity

a strong feeling it is

you can still love someone

while they tear you apart

maintain that sense of deep affection in your veins

like a deviled drug

as it sucks you through the pipes

of a sewage life.

 

I’ve felt that kind of love

I can think about how

I’ve never been more miserable

in my entire life

yet

still look at a picture of your outline

and feel my heart skip a beat

that feeling

some might describe as

love

but now that I know

exactly what the feeling is

I can look into it

feel it

only for a moment

before I give it up

instead of feebly give in.

 

I fly right back to my mind

the one which can rationalize

I pay attention to the voice inside

you know the one

it says

“you shouldn’t do this”

or

“maybe that’s not a good idea”

I sit and I listen

every time I do

things improve

 

I yearn to wake up

next to someone

who feeds my mind

their presence a boon to my body’s health

instead of tearing it apart

I ache not for someone who makes me feel something strong

but for someone who makes me feel better

I wait

for the voice inside my head

to align

with the fierceness of my heart

to form an inseparable bond

more substantial

than a mere

feeling.

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16 Comments

  1. “I ache, not for someone who makes me feel something strong, but for someone who makes me feel better”

    Yes. And it is a painful sort of learning that leads us to this knowledge. Glad you’re on the other side now.

    Great writing!

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      1. Thanks 😀 I’m glad to be back!

        “Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

        And also, from one of my favorite authors, Jim Butcher – whom you may like, if you don’t mind wizard detectives… and lots of ass ;), “Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind – graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. 

        And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life.

        Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.

        Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”

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  2. I keep reading this over and over and I don’t know why!!! Ok, I’m deleting my blog so I can stop being a creeper lol!

    Like

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