Like a fighter who never wins
I get back into the ring
Just to stand for one thing
Love.
Yes my version of love might be a page torn from a magazine
but I can still dream
romance isn’t my dance
but hell yeah I do it anyway
my head bopping to the beat
I just won’t take a seat
or give up
the truth is hard to take
that my glass heart breaks every time
I try to get close to a woman I love the most
people say give up
just settle
but I grasp the nettle
show my mettle
because I believe in love.
A cheesy line
written on a page
but what choice do I have
Love the thing we hold most precious
not perfection
it’s one thing I can’t shake
see I have a soft spot for the women I have loved
and have lost.
I may cross the street to avoid them
but I feel my scarred heart beating
in their wake
I may think for goodness sake
in my mind
logic should take over
it’s not over
for me.
See fact or fiction
affliction to addiction
I need that pain
that burning flame
It’s what makes me human
If I could say I am happy lonely
I would be either fully damaged
ravaged by emotional pain
or narcissistic to the point where it couldn’t be realistic
and my humanity would be gone.
My strength is love
without it I can’t be strong
so my heart bleeds on.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA Alienpoet on Facebook
