Something About Love

Something About Love

A Poem by H. A. M.
"

When it's honest and not pretend emotion it's the best.

"

Something about love

 

Am I supposed to write about the love or about the pain?

.....whatever.....

The Only love I know comes from a god

that doesn't call me out my name.

You know what I mean?

something derogatory.

The love I mean is

nothing physical and that kinda pisses me off.

Because when i NEED the physical

it's not there

and

I wonder...

'who loves me for real'?.

 

Still…

I get guidance

wisdom

favor

and

security

from this invisible love.

 

Yet…

from people that want to maintain an image

i get the bullshit answers and the

rope a dope lies

that try to make me FEEL like I

got something out the conversation.

(sigh)

People please....

 

I know how to fool myself into believing a lie.

I don't need help from you.

 

When I step to you

(in truth)

love says

'I'll tell you the truth even though

it may hurt

for your good

not mine'.

 

Love says...

“It's not about what other people

see or think.

It's what I know”.

 

Love says ...

"I knew what you where about

before you met me'

..and…

"I don't want to change you.

I want to add to you"

 

Honestly...

I fear this love

because it makes me weak

with no cover or defense.

But thru endurance...

I’ll have that and more.

go figure.

 

I have Two strong hands

that move the profit of others.

Factory worker.

Heavy stuff.

yet still i picture myself as weak.

 

So do I have to grow into my hands?

Or believe what this Love

thinks about me?

?????

So....

When the sex games are played out and she leaves

and

when there is no one there to caress

to hold

to press lips against.

LOVE still comforts me.

why?

I wish I could explain it better.

 

 


© 2008 H. A. M.



Author's Note

H. A. M.
Not a really thoughtful one but I just wanted to express myself a little. I still don't feel I did it quite right.

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This reminds me of when I lived alone in my very first apartment. No man in my life, and a new found relationship with my God ensued. Yes...the Higher Love is a good rock to stand on...but like you say...it can't hold your hand. I think you expressed yourself alright...if I get what you're saying. It makes me sad because I know the feeling all too well. Do I know what love is?? No. I think it is a verb more than a noun. I don't think it's necessarily words at all....it's like you said..the carressing and touching. It's why my man gets mad if I don't stay at his place. It's why I always feared spending my life alone, even though I successfully lived it alone for the better part of it. It's watching couples arm in arm and feeling like you need a big sweater to cover yours. So, sometime's I'm more familiar with the feeling of absence of love than the feeling of having love....but I'm getting used to the having part. They say once you stop wanting for it...it will come. I can say that was true for me. This most likely doesn't help you at all...but your words brought out my words...so here they are.
These bits are my favs:
Am I supposed to write about the love or about the pain?
I wonder...'who loves me for real'?.
I know how to fool myself into believing a lie.I don't need help from you.
Love says ..."I knew what you where about before you met you me'..and"I don't want to change you. I want to add to you"
So do I have to grow into my hands?
LOVE still comforts me.

Much love~~
Cat





Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this eventhough you don't think it's quite right it is!! Love has so many definitions some are not quite right, some derive from fantasy or fiction but others are as true as God HERSELF..(lol) You have done a great job on finding what love means to you.

"I lived in that moment that true love will find me, holding on to notion that my knight in shiny armor will appear and we will just be...... -Theta S. T."

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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