I thought I knew what love was
When I tried it the first time
How much I forced my will upon it
How much I fought to make it mine
But every time that I beseeched it
Throwing tantrums in the wind
Like thunder it would frighten me
Then strike me with its sin
Its wicked mouth released disaster
Its frozen eyes showed me no care
But I was resolute on taking
Way much more than I could bear
It wasn’t love, but it was something
It wasn’t love, but it was there
It wasn’t love, it was destructive
It left me scarred, it wasn’t fair
About the Creator
Ingrid Hoyos
Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet.
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