Objectification of Love
Exhilaration.
Heart rate speed up.
Mind confused.
Is it me? Is it you?
Diletated pupils.
Sex education didn't teach me this.
Arousal?
Doesn't seem to hit it.
Must be something more
Love
It's a experience.
A state.
Euphoria
No
It's a goal.
A expectation.
A requirement for us to work
(but it's only been 3 weeks!)
Yes
Of course.
It's something to play with.
Take for granted.
Destroy and try to regain.
It's okay
I still love you
Hate you
It doesnt matter
We'll work anyway
Because we have love
We brought love
We found love
We got love
This poem is about:
My community