“What is Love?”
Love is like a rose?
Trite bullshit.
Love is an obstacle course in the dark.
On the first date, you’re excited.
Sweat dots your palms and threads through your hair.
The beginning of the race is promising.
You both like Skillet and RED. This will be easy.
You move forward, promptly tripping
Over the bricks embedded in the grass.
You said you hate Fight Club.
He got through his depression watching it.
You recover, brushing off your ass and trying to save face.
“Fight Club actually isn’t that bad.”
You reach the first hoop. It’s hanging
Just over your head.
“Tell me why you’ve been hanging out with so many guys.”
You find a ladder, climb it, and jump through the hoop to
safety.
“I was trying to pick out the perfect Christmas present for
you.”
Confident, you strut forward.
There is another hoop, “Can we watch the game tonight?”
And another after that.
“Do you love me?”
It gets harder as you go along.
Your arms are tired and your legs are burning.
Next comes the maze.
You try to move from one end to the other
Without running into walls, but
They pop up everywhere.
“Your mother hates me.”
“I don’t want to go out tonight.”
“It’s your birthday? I totally forgot, babe. I’m sorry.”
The maze’s end is just ahead.
You careen out into the night, bruised, scratched, and
bleeding.
The course stretches endlessly ahead.
You don’t have the answers.
You can’t get through unscathed.
There is no easy route.
Et voila! It's not much, but I'm proud of it. If you have any criticism, feel free to keep it to yourselves. I hope you've all had a great week. Mine has been fantastic so far, and I hope it continues in that vein. I'll hit y'all up later!
Kisses, my loves.
