“What I Know of Love” : Poem

I don’t know what love is.

Yes…

You were right—

I don’t know what love is.

And yes,

You said I didn’t love you.

You were right again.

What I said,

Time and time again—

"I love you"—

Was it all worthless?

What I said I felt for you,

Was never love in your eyes.

But I remember…

I remember what true love was—

It was what you did for me.

I remember the meaning of love—

It’s the words you used

To say I never loved you.

Whatever your love, or mine—

All I got…

Was the silence of leaving.

Leaving you,

With your version of love.

What I felt—

Was walking away

In the middle of your blame,

Your fire raining down on me.

Love…

Is leaving for the one you love.

Love…

Is why I walked away,

So you could stay in your comfort.

Love

Is choosing not to become a beggar of it.

Love

Is not hurting you,

Even when you hated me.

Love

Is hoping for light in a room full of smoke.

Love

Is standing by you

Until you turned the fire on me.

But fire…

Once it burns my heart—

It spreads.

And it’ll burn you too.

Because I gave you my heart—

And when it caught fire…

You were inside it too.

My pain is beautiful : Poem

 My pain is beautiful.

My pain is very beautiful.

The rose says I’m the culprit.

The rose shows me as the cheater.

The rose fires at me, calling me the monster.

Yes, I am the monster—

But this monster showered the rose with tears.

This monster is always injured in the heart.

This monster keeps thinking about the rose.

Yet the rose fires, pointing at the toxins in the monster.

Still, this monster weeps only by thinking of his rose.

Yes, I am a real demon.

Don’t misunderstand—I truly am.

I enjoy every single word of my rose,

Even when she keeps releasing fire on me.

Look, I am unholy.

Unholy beings love fire—

Even when it comes from the holy spirit: Rose.

Ei Rose, I’m enjoying it.

Rose, I’m enjoying it deeply.

Whatever came from your mouth,

I always took it to heart.

Unconditionally.

What is love? : Poem

 

What Is Love?

What is love? Is it something to live for, lover?  

What is love? Is it giving up everything for her?  

I know love can lead to life’s greatest happiness...  

I know love sometimes demands the greatest sacrifices...  

But what is love, remaining in my heart?  

Yet untouched, buried deep within.  

One day, I called her into my peaceful life,  

One day, I invited her into my solitude’s calm.  

She came with a sorrowful face,  

She came with a smiling face,  

She always hugged me with words of love...  

What is love?—the question lingered later.  

What is love?—what I didn’t give,  

Became the complaint later...  

I remember our days of happiness together,  

I remember the days of misery together,  

I remember the rides we enjoyed joyfully.  

Even now, she tells me it was all disturbance,  

Yet I recall a thousand moments of love.  

I reminded her of the fragrance of joyous times...  

Oh Lord, what she speaks now is pure broken sorrow.  

But change is what she claimed—  

That she was always adjusting to me,  

That the changes she endured were because I was toxic.  

I don’t know what toxins I released,  

I only know the poison I swallowed for her.  

But I don’t know the toxins she took from me.  

I asked the chairs we once sat in together,  

I asked the lawns where we once lay,  

I asked the birds we once admired—  

None spoke of the poison I spread,  

But all whisper of the toxins I drank.  

All warn me of the venom I swallowed...