Madam President might've told me one time that poems are like biographies of some sort. They mirror one's feelings and life's story. I should believe her, she's an authority on that area having taught Literature for so many years and having written many books and pieces on the topic. Anyway, I still argued that it's not entirely true and there are a few exceptions. Just like now, I have written this poem out of spite. Or maybe out of depression. Whatever. Haha! Here it is!
(FUCK) LOVE
Love is the most complex of all nouns
It's the truth that tells of many lies
It's the joy that causes pain
The sun when you wanted most, the rain
Love is the most complex of all verbs
To love is to die a thousand death
To think when all you need is to feel
To wound when all you want is to heal
Love is the most complex figure of speech
How ironic are its metaphors and similes
Its paradox are such an understatement!
Its thoughts and meanings are bent
Love is the most complex of all words
It can mean the ocean, the skies, the trees
It is solitude, contentment and peace
Sadly, it is also fear, our pain and tears
Love is the reality that never exists
It's that dream which won't come true
It's the light which got lost in the dark
It's the winding road that has no stop
My heart sored with wounds, eyes dried of tears
My sorry would have lost its meaning
Fuck love -- i say, but for sure you know
My fragile heart just won't let you go
Written : February 27, 2011 / 11PM
Posted : February 28, 2011 / 02AMtags: poetry on the pains of love, poem on unrequited love, poem on being heartbroken
