I don't know how to love like a poet anymore

I don’t know how to love like a poet anymore How does one do that anyway? Do they harbor all of their pain in a vat of oppression Yet releases with failed hearts attempt at heal? Do poets love with an intensity that matches their anger? Or do they love simply for the love in their heart? I don’t know how to love like a poet anymore… I love differently now… My intensity has a purpose My love has a meaning… I feel with my heart And yet use my head to live… Make mistakes? Everyone does… And yet I failed in a simple action… I used to be so good at it too… Love no matter what Hopeless situations and complete blankets of lies So long to see the truth, while hormones and age grew in bounds… Built my life on how I could be the poet And yet it does not seem enough I think I love like Me Not an ordinary guy But just Me… I love deeply, This is true I love intensely, this is true... And yet I also love with a purpose I tire of false hopes and shattered trust easily I tire of self-delusion and hopeless quickly Leaving very little within my path And yet I don’t give up easily… I carry on, working for a change Not only hoping for one, but striving for it To forge relationships, to be fulfilling… Problem with me is that I don’t give up… I take it and take it until there is little left of me After fists and talons remove bits of my heart from my chest Where is my own to beat? I don’t think I love like a poet anymore I lost the ability somewhere down the line I simply turned into My Own Sort of Love With a simple question still remaining… How much is it to give before it’s too much? Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 07:13 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1