What if love isn’t everything we compare it to?

Just a poem about love

They say you can’t force love,
You’ll most likely find it
when you’re not looking,
I would believe that;
If you couldn’t say the same
for tinder matches and syphilis,

We compare love to anything.
Roses, Rivers, Oceans,
Boxes of chocolate, and everything in between.
Why do we make ‘Falling in love’ look so easy?
When most of us are
too afraid to jump,
too cautious to trip,
too busy putting our lives in balance
to fall for someone else,

It’s like,
It’s all pretentious,
…we’re all searching for the same thing…

You want the type of love where
you get lost in someone else,
Where she’ll call you at 2 am, and
you can’t hang up the phone,
Because at that moment she’s with you and
you’re too afraid
to fall asleep by yourself.

The type of love where
there are no awkward silences.
Your conversations make for music
that makes safe your insecurities.
Love,
that makes you melt
in each other’s eyes,
sleep in each other’s arms.
And
every kiss feels like a dream,
And
every nightmare
is worth the fright
if you wake up to him.

The type of love that
makes you blush when you’re alone,
That has you cheesing in the mirror
watching movies of your memories
like a Netflix account.

That’s love right?
“Real love”

The type that honestly,
I’m not sure even exists,

We paint it so beautifully in our minds
Because the fear of being alone
is something we can’t admit to.
But what if:

What if
‘Love’ isn’t everything we compare it to?
What if it isn’t roses or rivers, and oceans,
And we’re just swimming
in seas of shallow metaphors we don’t want to drown in
I know,
That Love is deeper,
But most of us like the surface.

Most of us like the dates,
Most of us like the rings
Most of us like the sex,
Most us like the weddings,
But Love,

Love is everything we look for
but we don’t really see,
like an Instagram of smiles covering up its scars,
with pictures captioned in a language
that we don’t understand.

A canvas colored with emotions,
that we’ve never learned to notice.

Love
Is standing on the top of your faith,
jumping to fall into a relationship with a man,
who you don’t know will catch you.

Love
Is how you’ve fallen for her already
but you’re never going to say it,
Cuz the fear of being alone,
is worse than being in the friend-zone.

Love,
Is losing your temper,
And wanting to say I hate you,
But you’re two in the same person
and the other half of you
is holding your tongue.

Love,
Is my parents’ marriage,
I never hear them say I love you,
but I guess 27 years of being together,
makes you know that already.

Love,
Is knowing that the sunsets,
Appreciating the light
but still expecting the darkness
Maybe.

Maybe that’s why we’re all struggling to find it?

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