Love’s a hot needle –
love is cold ink.
Love’s a frayed rope –
and love’s jagged steel.
Love’s a sweet balm –
and love is acid.
Love’s a torn banner –
and love’s the tempest.
Love’s a stormy sea –
and love’s the reef.
“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
Written for a challenge provided by Thoughts and Entanglements. Thank you for the vote of confidence!
Here were the guidelines for this, the “Love in Ten Lines” challenge:
* Write about love using only 10 lines.
* Use “love” in every line.
* Each line can only be 4 words long.
* Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
* Title the post, Love in Ten Lines
* Include a quote about love
Rather than nominate ten people I’ll ask volunteers to jump in! If you do accept this challenge, please follow the guidelines and provide a pingback. 🙂