a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.
I long for love,
because I’ve never had it.
maybe I’m in love with the idea.
self-love fills my cup
friends and family are a soothing blanket
I long for love.
the losers just want to hookup
skin-deep connections are a habit
maybe I’m in love with the idea.
all these feelings pent-up,
waiting to be released like a caged pit
I long for love.
no healthy examples growing up
with men I’m a half-wit,
accepting words over actions
maybe I’m in love with the idea.
lesson after lesson, I can’t keep up
I hate to admit,
I long for love.
maybe I’m in love with the idea.