A Letter To Love.

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This piece was inspired by some, at the time, "new" feelings I encountered, while in a former relationship.

Submitted: March 19, 2013

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Love?
Is it rolling in the deep.
Frolicking through the meadows?
Or is it that feeling, that emotion, that captivates you in its entirety.
That thang that once you're in it, you're in deep.
In over your head.
In over your heart.
What can love do for me?
Besides bring more tears for my pillow to soak.
Bring more aches for my heart to bear.
Love can't give me no good.
Can't bring me no good.
Love.
It complicates it.
It, being that shit you was in before love showed up.
Whatever the hell you was doing.
Whatever the fuck you was thinking.
Whatever it was you was planning.
Love. It changed that shit.
It came. Erased the previous game plan.
Now, you gotta find a way to keep it moving.
Is it hard to move with an arrow in ya' ass?
You know, the one Cupid shot.
* laughs.
Cupid. That little motherfucker.
Remind me that I got some words for his ass.
Who the fuck gave that nigga a bow and arrow anyways?
Pshtt. Let me not get off track.
Love.
That's what we're here to talk about.
The topic of the night.
The reason for this flight.
Cuz baby, I'm soaring.
Spinning on your ectasy.
Right now it seems so clear to me, that love has got the best of me.
See, this shit wasn't preplanned.
We aint arrange this shit.
Nah.
Love came pouring out me.
I was dreaming in my sleep.
So peacefully unaware.
Blissfully unaware of all the tricks love had up it sleeves.
And why did love pick me?
Yeah, I signed up for love but I didn't realize it'd be my turn so soon?!
Damn, love.
You coulda let one of these other niggas go first?!
I'm just a young fool.
Fresh outta school.
I aint ready for this shit.
Am I ready for this shit?
Love.
Am I ready for this shit.
Because love, I heard about your antics.
I heard what you be doing to people.
Especially young girls like me.
Make us believe in eternity.
But you see,
Love, I'm asking am I ready for you.
But love. You ready for me?
To tear apart the many layers of your entity.
Love what are you.
Who are you.
What do you want from me.
You see.
I only signed up for you because I heard about the benefits of what you have to offer.
Companionship.
Sex.
That feeling of being wanted and needed.
Mmhmm.
That's why I put my name on that dotted line.
Plus I'm fine.
Ha. Knew it wouldn't be hard to find a top notch dime.
But what ..
What do I know about love.
What does love know about me?
Beautys only skin deep.
And I'm not getting on my knees.
So maybe we oughta slow down, please.
And just breath.
To the melody of a deeper me.
Then you see.
Love, then I'll be free.
And then go ahead
And come back for me.
 


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