Young Love

If I had one request, it would simply be you. If I had to describe my desire in one word, it would simply be "true." It's never that simple though. Feelings are complex, and expression can be complicated. "Simple" would be to let it all flow, but many of us are constipated. Dammed by how damned we think we are. Unaware of getting close to someone, too busy assuming that love is just so far. We get so caught up in trying to free ourselves, mired in irony thick enough to thin out all logic. Begging the universe for help, yet making predictions and stating conditions like prophets. Know-it-alls in a state of ignorance. Blissfully blue. If I had one request, it would simply be you. If I had to describe my desire in one word, it would simply be "true." It's never that simple though. It requires a lot of work. How can one give energy and effort without a concrete sense of self-worth? Wouldn't it be easy to give without receiving reciprocity? Wouldn't it be easy to be in a parasitic relationship, relishing the fact that it's a form of relation, although all time is spent feeding a monstrosity? It never sounds that way to the person living it. We're all trying to find someone to love, but we never consider if a person's preferred way of receiving love is compatible to how we enjoy giving it. Forcing circles into squares. A hammer for a screw. If I had one request, it would simply be you. If I had to describe my desire in one word, it would simply be "true." It's never that simple though. It could be, but that just wouldn't be enough. Apparently, it's not real if it isn't tough. The quality of love is now defined by ups and downs, the ability to endure. What does that really ensure? If we fight constantly, do we ever really make up? Honestly? That's emotional abuse. Hurting each other just because we know how to heal one another...what does that prove? Why would I cause pain to the person I'm supposed to care enough about to soothe? Searching for validation...the kind that should come from within. Love is growth. That's the only thing that makes it "real." Get rid of the stipulations, the judgments, and the expectations too. If I had one request, it would simply be you. If I had to describe my desire in one word, it would simply be "true." It always starts out that simply. I just want to keep it that way and keep you with me. We should cultivate what we have and cherish it intensely. Despite all that crosses my mind, you're all I really think of. The difficulties of young love.

-A. Lewis

The Involuntary Incident - 12/4/13

It's never really an option.
No matter how much you try to proceed with caution,
You're bound to slip.
Feel the motion as your emotions take a trip.
We can't choose who we care for.
When we try,
There are feelings we can't deny,
And we end up caring more.
We end up sharing more.
Surface questions give way to deeper oceans,
Icebergs of information causing commotions,
Titanic truths revealed, sinking secrets in the open.
Connections happen without any indication.
This always seems inconvenient,
But it's only because we want to connect as vindication...
A paycheck for putting in work.
Recompense for voluntarily risking being hurt.
Life doesn't function that way, however...
Pure intentions on misguided missions tend to lead to nothing but dirt.
We're much better off trusting the mysterious forces at hand.
No one knows how falling in love happens,
But everyone knows it cannot be planned.
It is as organic as nature itself,
A beautiful process that occurs on its own time,
Encompassing, harmonic,
A force powerful enough to bolster the spirit and mind.
An abundant resource that we all desire to find...
Plentiful in its own way, but scarce when unnecessarily defined.
Love truly is both patient and kind,
Forever embracing us and refusing to leave anyone behind.
Whether or not your idea of it complements mine,
Whether or not it seems to have a reason or rhyme,
If it's meant for us, our hearts will find a way to bind.
You see...
It's never really an option.
No matter how much you try to proceed with caution,
You're bound to slip.
Feel the motion as your emotions take a trip.
We can't choose who we care for.
When we try,
Cupid shoots with an endless clip,
Firing away until defenses take a dip.
Love has a way of creeping in...
A thief in the night,
Stealing away your emotional stability.
I guess that's where the fall comes from,
Realizing that your feelings are changing, rearranging.
Someone has slipped into your daily thoughts.
Someone has become important.
Someone has feelings that matter to you,
Feelings that replay in your mind like a broken recording.
It all happens without permission.
Despite avoiding this like it's perdition,
The combination of affection and attention
Puts you in a position where your feelings rival Heaven,
And just the mention of that person brings ascension.
No matter our efforts to remain impartial,
Our hearts will forever ignore attempts at detention.
Remember...
It's never really an option.
No matter how much you try to proceed with caution,
You're bound to slip.
Feel the motion as your emotions take a trip.
We can't choose who we care for.
When we try,
We run away from something within,
When we could embrace it and fly.

-A. Lewis