Every time I fall in love,
lust, or
loss
I think "that's all"... the gall
Rampant thoughts begin to race the track
They lap; I clap,
and make my "winning" bets
While those damn butterflies plot a heart attack
Wings flap; I snap,
then swear off gambling
While lighting up a cigarette
I'm a lover, not a liar: I don't even smoke
The occasional blunt, sure, but I just felt like I needed to rhyme
In time,
in time,
good time,
I'll stop telling myself the fabricated facts
From love, the fall of Her before
It always ends with forevermore;
the irony
To let in love, the type that lasts
I'll never know if I never ask
Knock knock
Who's there?
It's you, my dear,
if you listen close
Past twenty-two I've closed the door
No more, no more
I love myself far more than that
I love to love far more than that
I'll let in real love much more, in fact
The love, lust, and loss have guided me
I take the re(a)d as confirmation.
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Author:
maydanae (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2026 18:32
- Comment from author about the poem: I made the entire poem red, then changed my mind. No matter what I do, though, the red part won't turn black... I take it as a sign
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A good read about the flutters of love and red or black it works red just being harder to see, but then I'm old.
Haha I had to leave it red because I experimented with it and then it wouldn't let me change it back, so my apologies. Thank you for the kind words, though, Soren!
Most welcome
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