Romantic love

Grasplessness

Intoxicates me
As much as it does you

But the question remains:

The conundrum
Of love demands

Imbalance

But we’re none
The wiser thinking

We can have it
On one hand

And not the other.

This much I know:
Love demands

Quite a bit more

Of something
Than nothing

So, don’t think you’re above

Not believing
We all believe

And beg to be believed

And plead
And bleed

Our cases, as they are —

To be loved, and love
In return.

But that’s all bullshit
What I wrote —
And still, I write it.

5 Responses

  1. “But that’s all bullshit
    What I wrote –
    And still, I write it.”

    And, I like it….

  2. “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”
    That’s no Bullshit!!!

  3. yes, Scott, I believe you’re correct about that. But, I’d venture to say that it can be the same with some men, as well.