I wondered why people laughed and called love a joke
after reading a handful of poetry written just on that topic
then calling it a cliche
when I realized it was a defense mechanism
it had to have been
When the same people who used to believe in ever after and marriage
they’d sit and talk about an old love as if it was yesterday
but only knew frustration and sadness because they weren’t the perfect pair
they just wanted to be
Then I asked myself…
am I one of those people?
Did I just love someone that much
I was willing to give up on love as a whole
because it didn’t work out with the one I so desperately wanted it to?