Longing To Be Loved

Longing To Be Loved

Everywhere you look
You will find people
Longing to be loved.
Desiring to be touched
Held.

We try to find something
That feels like home.
Even if we don't know
Exactly what that even means.
Familiar.

The truth is simple
Love is ambiguous
And cryptic at times.
Nobody can be sure.
Uncertain.

But we give it our best guess
And we learn to give
What we can
And take what is given.
Love.

(February 4, 2015)

You Don't Love Her

You Don't Love Her

I heard you slept with her again.
Even though you told me
You don't love her.
I wouldn't say I'm angry
Well, maybe just a little.
You said it won't work.
You don't even want it to,
But you're stringing her along
Every time
And then you accuse her
Of obsessive behavior
Which might be justified.
You tell her it's over
But when she craves
Your affection
You don't resist the temptation
Of her charms.
So don't be that guy.
Because you told me
You don't love her.

(February 4, 2015)