"I love you."
Just three words
From your mouth.
Three innocent words.
And I'm happy
You said them.
Because I want
To say them
Back to you.
"I love you."
Just three words
From my mouth.
But it took
All my willpower
To say them.
"I love you."
Three dangerous words.
No, just one.
Only one word,
In the middle,
Is truly dangerous.
Love in books
Is always something
Good, no, wonderful.
Something supposed to
Be the peak
Of one's life.
But in reality,
Love is dangerous.
Love consumes you.
It always makes
You want more.
It leads to
Not happy feelings,
But bad ones.
Love brings fear.
Fear of losing
Your loved one.
Of losing you.
Fear of incompetence.
Of not being
Good enough, or
Pretty enough, or
Not deserving you.
Because you deserve
So much more.
Love brings fear
Because to me,
Love is scary.
I'm scared of
Love because I'm
Scared to be
Hurt by you.
Scared that it
Won't end well.
To have all
My hopes raise
Only to fall.
Love brings jealousy.
I've heart that
No love is
Complete without a
Touch of envy.
I already felt
Jealous of all
The other girls
Before a crush
Even became love.
I can't imagine
How I'll feel
Seeing you around
Other prettier, smarter,
More perfect girls,
Even if you're
Only asking them
If you can
Borrow their eraser.
Love brings guilt.
I feel guilty
Because I know
That I should
Leave you forever,
End it while
I still can.
But I can't.
Because I'm so
Amazingly, abnormally selfish.
Because I just
Can't let go.
I will also
Always feel guilty
Because I will
Always feel like
I tricked you
Into loving someone
Who's not me.
Better than me.
Because I'm not
The girl you
Think you love.
Love brings confusion.
I don't know
What to say,
What to do,
How to act
When you're around.
Should I talk
Openly and honestly,
Even if I
Reveal things that
I would rather
Stay unknown forever?
Or should I
Skip over things,
And only show
My best side?
And what about
The other one?
The other boy?
What do I
Do with him?
Because even though
It's long over,
I can't stop
Thinking of him.
Am I supposed
To tell others
About what we
Have between us?
Or do I
Add it to
My never ending
List of secrets?
I don't know.
Love brings dread.
I dread the
Day this ends.
It will end.
Because something this
Good, something so
Amazingly, astonishingly perfect,
Will always end.
Just like how
Roses always wither,
Rainbows always fade,
Leaves always fall,
Snow always melts.
Beginnings always end.
It's just like
How the sun
Always sets after
Every single day.
How the moon
Will always disappear
After a cycle.
Just like how
Hearts always break.
Submitted: December 20, 2020
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Comments
You are right.Love is such a puzzle of feelings and thoughts.Good work.Made me think.
Mon, December 21st, 2020 5:46amWow! A great poetic arc here. Loved the use of nuanced repetition to push the poem along.
Mon, December 21st, 2020 8:48amI enjoyed reading this lovely poem.
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I really enjoyed your poem. Love is so often portrayed as this wonderful easy thing, but in reality there is often so much more to it and it's not always as good as the movies. You really did a great job at capturing that and the different thoughts and emotions behind it. I really liked the short sentences in your poem too, it gave it more impact.
Mon, December 21st, 2020 2:54am