Poem.
Love is..
Love can be interepted in many ways,
love is like air. Love is like water.
Love felt like a pill, I was the pill you
swallowed down your throat, as if if it was
always a secret.
Love is always going to have to be
the super hero and villan in one.
You always wanted to become my
hero, but it came to the last minute
where you became the villian and I
can no longer save my heart in the pools
of your dark eyes, I never was a swimmer.
But loving you felt like my heart dissolved
itself to try to be with you forever.
In these forest like trees, I found the branches
of my own heart held back from my ribs.
The butterflies that build up in my stomach
had turned into wasps that would only hurt
me even more and more.
Love is like a secret folded message,
that was stuck in the winter storm
that was never managed to be sent
to me by your carrier pigeon like heart.
It still hurts to the fact the messages
were always sent faster as if there was
never those short cuts to the way in
my heart, I have been looking into ways
to finding you back home sitting in that
chair and that smile on your face.
but lately I have been finding the dust
and the prints on your heart to not be
mine.
It seemed as if I was never really yours,
was I?