Love's a Tricky B***h

I started writing this one day I couldn't get out of bed. I believe many people can relate to this feeling for an innumerable amount of reasons. This is for those people. After writing this, I got up

Love hurts like a b***h

It pushes you down and right as you stand back up it knocks the wind out of you

It stings like wasps, much more than just a scratch or itch

Right when you can finally breathe, it suffocates you till you turn blue

 

Its’ embrace is liberating

It shines like the sun warming all your ugly to make it beautiful

Like a flower it requires watering

But too much water and it can be brutal

 

Love swallows you whole

Like a drug packed into a pill

But then time takes its toll

It chews you back up and spits you out just for the thrill

 

Love looks like my father and mother

Holding my hand

Helping me stay afloat until I reach land

 

Love is a truthful friend

But too much honesty

Prodded by curiosity

Mixed with animosity

Followed by ferocity

And there aren’t enough tissues in the world a person could lend

 

To fill the holes

Heal the scars

Comfort the soles

And break down the bars

 

That we build of steel to lock us in

To hide our fears

Hoping to not let our enemies win

When we’ve had one too many beers

 

This goes out to all the shattered hearts

That were for the first time vulnerable

But after couldn’t find all the parts

In the result of someone turning intolerable

 

Love? Yeah she can be a real f****r

But we all search for her desperately

As if we like the pain of being thrown in the gutter

It’s all worth it allegedly

 

My heart would feel even the slightest tickle from a feather

Something once so concrete is now severed

What happened to those promises of forever?

 

For the first time you enjoyed it, so when he tells you he loves you: you believe

Silly little girl

For wishful thinking, you could be queen of the world

Now all you can hear him say is: Leave

 

The resent grows

You reach new lows

He’s the only one who knows

You can still smell him on your clothes 

But you know your words no longer have weight; they will only be disposed

 

You’re not good at goodbyes

Before you always stood alone

Again you must wear the disguise

And put down the phone

Your own heart is the only place you should call a home

 

But so is your head

Maybe it’s just time to go to bed

And let the passive aggressive comebacks be left unsaid

The book of spite is better left un-read

 

I’m not sure I even know what to say

I don’t know the answer

And my dad has cancer

But our lives are not made of clay

 

Sometimes your uncle dies

Your mother pries

Your anxiety flies

Your Best Friend lies

And your sister cries

 

So yeah f**k Karma

Maybe loves the real b***h

They say we all need to find our inner dharma

But maybe were not all that rich

 

Not as in money

But as in fortune

Some of our brains aren’t made of bread and honey

Were wired differently and are more prone to doom

But its only because we dream so much we wont accept anything less than landing on the moon

 

And Soon

 Your Grandma promises

It will all be okay

One moment you’re running 13.1 miles

And with one blink you don’t know if you’ll get out of bed today

 

But there is still hope

I know I’m not the goddamn pope

And thank god because my tongue would be covered in soap

For the deranged

The dreamers

The estranged

And the cleaners

Of our own messes we call our thoughts

Interpreted wrongly and they could be considered plots

To solve world hunger

Or stop global warming

Pieces of paper thrown in a dumpster

Scribbled all over in deep ideas at age 9, I was considered too young to be forming

 

Words strewn together

And emotions running high

When it rains, it pours is the forecast for the weather

So stop listening to the voices�" for they only lie

 

I care too much

Tossing and turning

Calves clenched and incessant yearning

But I will never let these obstacles be a crutch

 

We will accomplish

Those who are extraordinary and extreme

They don’t write stories about those who only fish

For the ordinary and the clean

 

We’ll always have to try harder

To reach our goals or get through the day

We may even have to barter

Just to get equal pay

 

But when Love finally comes to stay

It won’t simply simmer

It will light our worlds a blaze

And make the darkness we fear seem dimmer

 

 So please do not despair

There is a reason we unrelentingly care

And most of all it’s a gift we will learn to balance and share

 

The tricky b***h, Love; hardly ever looks like a painting

But work hard enough

And we’ll have em’ all fainting

 

 

Author's Note

First piece I've felt comfortable sharing-thought I'd give it a shot. It's better spoken/performed. The structure is sporadic. Advice and comments are appreciated-keep in mind I'm a newb.