Love Poem by Kierstyn Ouellette

Love



Love

Its young

Its old

Its fast

Its slow

It comes and goes for some

And clings for one

Its long cold fingers wrapped around my heart

Holding me back while others move on

I’ve always longed for love

To be loved

I searched

But all i got was an allusion of love

That love was flaunted and tossed around

That love gave me sweet words in exchange for fulfillment of lustful desires

That love used me and abused me

Left me with nothing but a shattered heart

I no longer know what love is

Love is a foreign language

I long to love and to be loved

But i hate love

Its nothing more than a silky sweet demon

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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