An Ode to Those Still Seeking Love:
A silhouette of a lone lamp stands across the street
from my dark apartment
and as I stare into the light I think of the stars
And I wonder why we put upon these falling giants
our deepest wishes and desires
hoping that some how
that burnt out cigarette falling from the hands of an angel
or the crashing giant of such beautiful past
(whichever you choose to believe)
can bring our lover home, or help us become finally happy.
And as I watch the lamp slowly die out
I think of our love and its dreaded ending.
With passion as bountiful as the
many poems of heartbreak
showing us that maybe, just maybe
our love was not worthy of storybooks
And to those still seeking to fall in love
or to love
I say this
love is a beautiful treachery.
Love can be the oxygen that fills your lungs
or the hands that crush them.
It can be summer warmth or winter cold.
And it can fill in all the empty holes found on your righteous heart
or it can crack it in all the right places.
Making you place upon those falling giants
a wish of death instead of happiness.
So don’t fall in love
because it is a losing game.
Do not learn to adore every whisper
of innoncence and beauty that crosses your lovers face.
Do not listen to their favorite songs,
or watch their favorite films.
Do not fall in love,
because that same person that is kissing your forehead
and holding your hand
will eventually kiss someone else
and break you in all places
you never deemed possible.