I Confuse Love
I was riding in a bus on my way back home
Watching the pouring rain outside my window,
as my thoughts recognize this epitome
this argument I had in an attempt to answer my confusions
I confuse love to create some magic
embodied in a situation we call “romantic”
When in reality it’s simple, enduring and tragic
Far less than being dramatic
I saw love from those who are unloved
Those who receive less but give more than what they have
Society calls them stupid for they weep and starve
when they’re the ones who justify the reality of love
Copyright © Irma Labastilla | Year Posted 2017
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