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A LOVE LETTER FROM BEDLAM (1 reply)

Vanya
3 years ago
Vanya 3 years ago

All of my life, I've read about love

About the highs and the lows

The pretty girl falling in love with the pretty boy. 

The happily ever afters

Living vicariously through the characters and fighting over thoughts of never finding it myself. 

But it doesn't matter how many books I read, how many romcoms I see, I've learnt that love is incomprehensible. 

I've learnt that there may never be a moment when I stop and say, wow, I'm in love. 

There may never be a moment where a prince charming defeats the big bad antagonist to save me. There may never be a big bad antagonist at all. 

I've learnt that life may be better with love surrounding me, but it does not revolve around my conquest to find it. That life is not black and white at all, but grey in all places. 

And that one day someone might come and paint over my greyness, a colour so bright that it might blind me stripping away every strand of practicality that resides within me.

Yet teach me to sit with my pain and talk to it, instead of running away. 

And that he may or may not be love, but he will be happiness. 

 

May be I still don't know what love is, but I sure am pretty close to it. 

May be we're too young for love, may be we're in an experience ageless yet incoherent. 

May be we're stuck in an endless loop of imissyous and ihateyous. 

But I'm glad I'm stuck here with you.

Susan Katz
3 years ago
Susan Katz 3 years ago

Thank you for sharing this very "philosophical" and heart felt poem with me.  I very much enjoyed reading it.  I will consider it, along with many, many other submitted poems, for Featured Poem of the Month for June.  Keep on writing, Susan

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