Her pain wasn’t the love she never had
Was the love.
She thought she loved love
Or the love was all about her being happy
And love would cover her insecurities with his jacket
When it’s too cold for her dress,
Her put up attraction
She thought love is dancing with your eyes closed
And dreaming with your eyes open
She didn’t hate not being loved
She hated, love.
She could see like a song that soothes her
And melts her nights to moonlight
She believed love would be her father
Kissing her mother in the kitchen
A soft silent touch
Just a moment, a lovely moment.
All this time she loved the love that wasn’t love
That met her in the eyes
And left her on the knees
She loved for a love that would wrap her head around his arms
And would whisper, it’s alright!
She wanted to love, she did love
So did love
Though she could not understand the reasons
Of love not being love
Where was her love, what was her love
Was it even love?
The day she picked up her bra, that dress, those shoes
And slammed that door behind her
She never looked at love the same way
No longer haunted her.