Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
sometimes when i’m up
late at night hugging my pillow
i ponder what love is
i muse if it’s asking about
someone’s day and truly
caring about the answer or
is it about being patient when
you’re really tired
then i imagine writing a note
of encouragement for a man
in my bedroom, lying there
in his checkered boxer shorts
i fantasize about buying him
flowers for no reason and
providing a shoulder to cry on
afterwards, i pray and ask God
“how many times do i have
to forgive him?” because i
want to be forgiven as well
on the same night
curling down under the covers
i am so certain of what love is
it is only when i get up
in the morning to experience
the real world that my
make-believe thoughts on love
are exposed
