Love from the Core

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Love from the Core

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

 

Maybe I was in the wrong when I told little BIG brudda that love sucks. Look where it has me. TRAPPED! Looking for a way out! I heard someone say that love was for the birds, then why am I chirping like one of them?

 

I still love him, and it makes me want to puke.

I still love him, even when I try to force myself not to.

I still love him and it seeps deep from the core.

I love him and sadly I feel ashamed because it makes my heart feels sore.

I still love him so much, I still think about the cold days when he wrapped me in his arms.

I still love him so I still feel the security when he would hold my hands and make me feel like I couldn't be harmed.

I still love him so, I remember the times he made me smile, and he would ask "Why you smiling for?"

And I would simply respond "Because I can if you must know", knowing my head was saying "He was the reason I smiled, and all he had to do was hug me and nothing more." :)

I still love him so; I’m unable to tell my body to go into defeat mode as it gets chills at the sound of his name.

I still love him so, I’m afraid to crawl to my big brothers and pray they drag me out of this game,

I still love him so; I miss him even when I tell my heart not too.

I still love him so I tried forcing myself into "hating" him, and that seemed so hard to do.

I still love him so I DISLIKE that he was unable to be as perfect as he once was in my dreams back in the day.

I still love him even though I know deep inside my heart should go the other way.

I still love him even though he may have never loved me back.

I still love him from the pit of my stomach, that’s where it’s deep cavity tooth painful to run the other way and learn new facts.

I love him so; it makes me sick in the pit of my stomach to know he is yet sowing his wild oats.

I still love him so, that deep in my heart I know I must turn my back on him and go.

 

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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