This is Real
I wanted to write a real love poem
not one full of bullshyt with whimsical phrases
in a melancholy cadence
a real love poem
using words like
sacrifice and fear, empty, fulfilling, lasting, lusting ,needing
disregarding and fleeting
you know, all those things that real love can be
because you can feel empty and alone
when your baby aint home
or be filled by lust
disregarding the trust
pleading for one more moment
or dying to be set free
from your loves un\pleasantries
real love is deep tangled emotions
equal parts of danger and devotion
wrapped in multi-color roses that hide thorns
love is beautiful natural, factual fantasies
love is the lies you tell me
the truth you feel
love creates
cries, sighs, spies and crimes
babies, families,
whether it lasted 60 seconds or 60 years
it can be found in smiles and tears
love is, all of the above
unable to be categorized
it’s favorite place to hide is the eyes, see
this is a real love poem
love is a beautiful **** true emotion
that can be elusive if your careful and open
it can rise like incense smoke through your grasp
and leave you with a sweet smell you can’t wholly have
it’s a windy path on a bumpy road
paved with pillows and pot holes
and if nothing else, it’s real
so when you get it keep it
