love is hiding

Every where I turn, something or someone tells me love does not exist.

Today it was a stranger who advised me never to settle down -

because it's always good in the beginning.

I turn on the television and it tells me love is lust.

My past tells me it changes its mind

it's all just physical. that's what he said.

because you just want one thing?

Is it better to be in the same room with indifference

or flee for quick passion.

- neither

everyone tells me you don't want to just talk to me.

everyone says I have to be careful.

but I was told you would come.

I was told you would be righteous.

I was told... some make it.

every where I turn something or someone tells me love does not exist.

Then what is all this that I am carrying?

Do I have to marry a poet or a writer to find love?

You have to need something more!

there is love.

it's hiding.

there is love

it's quiet

because everyone is screaming "there is no love."

they cannot hear it's soft voice, it's subtle calmness

it's gentle touch.

why is it too much for you to mean it? why is it too much for you to care?

I struggle to talk because for so long...

they've never really listened.

When I say I am fine, it's my way of saying I am not

I'm always worried about inconveniencing you.

So I say I'm fine.