Romantic love

Romantic love

Grasplessness

Intoxicates me
As much as it does you

But the question remains:

The conundrum
Of love demands

Imbalance

But we’re none
The wiser thinking

We can have it
On one hand

And not the other.

This much I know:
Love demands

Quite a bit more

Of something
Than nothing

So, don’t think you’re above

Not believing
We all believe

And beg to be believed

And plead
And bleed

Our cases, as they are —

To be loved, and love
In return.

But that’s all bullshit
What I wrote —
And still, I write it.

Posted on July 31st, 2009Comments RSS Feed

John W. Perkins
July 31, 2009 at 8:33 pm

“But that’s all bullshit
What I wrote –
And still, I write it.”

And, I like it….
MC
July 31, 2009 at 8:53 pm

Thanks, John!
Steve
August 1, 2009 at 10:43 am

Of course you do John!Interesting prose MC…I like it too.
Scott D
January 23, 2010 at 9:32 pm

“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”
That’s no Bullshit!!!
MC
January 24, 2010 at 8:40 am

yes, Scott, I believe you’re correct about that. But, I’d venture to say that it can be the same with some men, as well.

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