Prose Poem For Class...

 

Fuck love? No, I’m just going to put it on the backburner for now. I realized there’s a thin line between compromising and dictating when it comes to relationships. If change is needed for you to be with someone, you shouldn’t be with them. Never compromise your character; because once you do that, you’ll compromise anything. Then your relationship is a dictatorship. You have to know yourself before you can share yourself with someone else. A lot of people are in love with the thought of love. But what is love? Late night conversations, mental and sexual penetration, mostly mental because love will leave your head fucked. You can’t fuck love like love fucks you. Love isn’t going write a poem about you, love will move on. Love is colder than Alaskan winters, love is bitter like grapefruit. Love is going to be the backburner for awhile. Well at least until I can actually tell you what love is. Right now it’s just a feeling, a feeling that I can’t put words to. What’s love? It’s indescribable.