Love is Confusing: A Poem
Love is confusing;
It is a terribly twisted tunnel
That points and directs in
Multi-diagonal-twisting-turns,
And, right now,
I don’t know where it goes.
I bang my head against the
Brick wall that calls itself love:
Cemented fragments of
Warm hands and
Candied hearts and
Hand written notes that are all
Too sickeningly sweet and
Indigestible,
Hoping that it’ll all disappear.
Yet,
I find myself being a secret, stupid romantic
That completes moving left and right.
Not knowing where and why I stand.
It’s nothing but a suffocating snow-storm.
But snow is also
Made up of a million snowflakes
Kissing and holding hands facing uncertainty.
It’s overstated and misleading like a falling star
Of endless, pointless wishes.
And yet I can’t help but chase that falling stardust.
It is that twisting tunnel
Of possibilities and overthought,
But I still try to find my way through it
Anyway.
Because finding your own way
Is all apart of the
Adventure.
