Reasonable (june-a-thon)

Reasonable

You have taught me compassion,

how to see this place, this world through the other side of jaded eyes,

not a space to explore carelessly or people to play with,

but one to truly enjoy, experience in a way I knew impossible.

I know not what my life would be like without you,

and I don’t necessarily care to find out,

but I know that I Could if I had to.

Does this make me heartless?

or merely realistic?

Does this make me independent?

or incapable of fully giving myself to someone?

Does this make me reasonable?

or merely incapable of what people call - true love?

Is compassion love, or love compassion?

and if it is not, then am I to mistake passionate lust feeling heart throbs as love?

Love - makes me sick.

And not in the butterflies in your stomach sick,

nor the nervous sweaty palms kind of sick,

but the emotionally, psychologically, confused out of my mind - Sick.

Everyone tells you what love is,

television

and family,

facebook

and friends,

billboards

and coworkers,

magazines

and married people,

movies

and old people,

song lyrics,

and youngins with their ideologies,

but no one can tell you what love is to you.

No one tells you to work through your bullshit if you love someone;

No one tells you how to make that heart throbbing blood sucking heartfelt love GROW into mature and beautiful love;

No one tells you anything,

because they can’t.

But does that mean that we are to assume that only hormonal teenagers are capable of this - all giving, all fearless, all take on the world and bullshit like that - kind of love?

And those who missed out on finding that perfect match,

that only exists once in every twelve lifetimes,

when you both accidentally find each other in the map of the stars - here on earth,

and somehow immediately know it - when you make eye contact and your heart bursts into flames,

are screwed out of a lifetime of happiness?

Does that mean we, jaded “adults”, are stuck left with - responsible and only reasonable kinds of love that work with our schedule and chosen lifestyles?

Or does that mean we kick those little brat’s asses and grow a gorgeous Love Tree outback, with so many rings of wisdom, they couldn’t even begin to count them!?!

No one talks about compassion, because they are afraid someone will think them incapable of love.

Well Screw You World,

I’ll take my Love Tree, and plant it right in your garden,

and then we’ll see just what your rose patch thinks about that!

A natural love-tree