Love is an Action Verb

Once upon a time

In a land not so far away

There lived a girl, who had given up on finding love

She was a hopeless romantic who believed that true love still existed

But somewhere along the way her view of love became twisted

Because she truly believes that love is, what love does

Yet she lives in a world where to most, love isn’t an action verb

But she specializes in grammar

So she knows the naked truth

That love isn’t just what love does

But love is also, what love do.

You see both are present, but if you never had to demonstrate what love is

Then you probably wouldn’t understand how this little girl feels

With her heart so full of love with no potential recipient

You couldn’t imagine the pain she feels from the wasted time that she spent

Giving her heart to others

Who weren’t worthy of the type of love that she gives

Trying to force a square peg into a round hole

And somehow thinking that her sex appeal

Would be enough to keep those that fell into her aesthetic love trap

Who became infatuated with her outer beauty, but couldn’t identify love on a map

Those who were quick to take, but slow to reciprocate

Who were in love with the idea of being in love as long as it was in that euphoric state

But as soon as the anesthetic wore off, they left as quickly as they came

And that little girl was left to nurse her broken heart, she had only herself to blame

You would think she’d know better by now

Why doesn’t she learn from her faults?

The idea of life without love is appalling to her,

Because it’s contrary to what she’s been taught

That love isn’t just a feeling, love is about doing the work

Working through the kinks and straightening them out, even though at times love may hurt

Love is far from a walk in the park; in fact sometimes it’s a swim up stream

But it’s a journey that is so worth it all

If you have the right player on your team

But that little girl became weary

She had given love all that she possessed

She became numb to the idea of love

And put her love journey to on an eternal rest

Why had love forsaken her?

Was it just not meant to be?

Why does everyone that she gives her heart to

Just up and fuckin’ leave!

Why is she so un-loveable and disposable?

Why must they throw her away like trash?

When she was willing to give them her everything!

Why must they be so brash?

Is this truly what love is?

Heart-ache, headaches, and pain?

Silent tears on her pillow deep into the night

Ego drenched in embarrassment and shame

From another failed relationship

Where she gave all that she had to give

In the end they gave her their ass to kiss

And didn’t give two fucks about how she feels

There has to be more to this notion of love

They need to teach a course on this in grade school

Love Abuse Resistance Education

Equipping our babies with tools

Because love is a deadly drug

And we need to get high on our own supply

Because relying on the love of others to sustain you

Will surely cause your demise

Self Love is the Best Love

Is the greatest lesson that this girl ever learned

Once she got that concept in her spirit

Oh my how those tables turned

She still desires companionship

But it’s no longer a necessity

She’s allowing the Universe to have it’s way

And letting love be what it’s gon’ be

 

Sandtrice D. Russell © 2017