A Loveless Generation Poem by Vaughn Uriel Balane

Love isn't love anymore.

All there is,
is an aim for intense pleasure—
For sex.

All the people—
All the men—
All the women—

They all will experience undeniable pleasure,
but have you ever felt what it is like to actually wait for something?

To not indulge yourself so quickly?
To not ever have the fear of exposing your body away?
To always hope for something you're not even completely aware of?

My dear,
Love isn't just about the things that you feel—
It's about the moments where you can be free of yourself.

Where you can share with someone the pain that you're in—
Where you can vent all the tragedies of your everyday life—
Where you can feel young, wild, and free.

That even when you're 80 years old,
The love of your life will look at you
the same way your mother did
when she first saw you.

- v