It’s not Love
So why does it feel so good….
You know it’s not love
I have love and I know what that is
This isn’t it
But in the words of the song
Why does it feel so good?
As it does while you are in the middle of it
Is it friendship?
The budding of maybe…
There are many answers I suppose
To that question why…
Novelty
Curiosity
A ripple in your familiarity
It can transform
That would be for the best
But if that doesn’t happen
You find yourself standing
On the opposing side of enemy lines
What a shame
And a waste
But kind of inevitable
Would you not say?
A cliche
A that time of life thing
For me anyway
Silly really
But is it?
Love must hold so much
It might need to put that weight down for a while
Help comes unexpectedly
And unasked for
But for that brief sliver of time
Yes, fun
More could have been made
Of the game
Because that’s what it is, or was
An adventure
Showing you what you really need and deserve
Not what you might have believed
I know love isn’t being lectured, threatened
Ignored, denied a voice
No, that’s not love
And it’s not friendship either.
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Gillian Lesley Scott
Scots born Australian. Tales of being human. Despite aiming for the highest good of all, not always successful
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