I'm sometimes lost in the suggestiveness of love poems. I try to find ones that I can relate to, but you know, I never do. I sometimes doubt I'll ever be that passionate, and normally that's fine.
But love poems, well, you know. They make it seem like the only thing worth my time is love. It's not, really. I'm okay with spending time on people I like. Like him...
I guess that's what this is really about, when it comes down to it. Him. I don't get lost in his eyes, or compare him to summer's days. I don't think the sun rises or sets in his eyes. It is reflected in them, though, and that's enough for me.
I guess what I'm saying is this: It's not love, but it doesn't have to be.
It sounds like I'm settling, when I put it like that. But really, it's just that I'm not ready to throw away a relationship that I could have fun in, just because it won't end in death. Love poems just never understand that.
In love poems, you can't be with someone because they make you laugh. They have to make you a better person, or make your heart race. Love poems set high standards for relationships. Me, well, I think love poems are pretty. But I don't think I'm gonna live one.
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4 comments:
hmm...i can definitely see your point, but I am still hopelessley drawn to those perfect mushy love stories and poems. There's something so romantic and enchanted about it. I've never been in love, but my heart has raced. It's obsessive to center your life around a guy, but the passion is so intriguing. yes i admit I do cry in the movies too
That's kinda the point. Like, we know we're being played, that it's just acting, that the characters don't exist- and yet they still wield emotional power over us. It's funny when you think about it- how much we let "perfect...love stories" dictate what we want. Well, I refuse. I am not perfect, and I will not strive for it. I am beautiful in my imperfections.
i get what you're saying too...as much of a paradox as it may be, i really hate love sometimes...it just seems so stupid to spend so much of our lives searching for something we don't even really understand...i mean, honestly..ask a hundred people what exactly love is, and you'll get a hundred different definitions...it's just such a loaded concept, and is often misconstrued horribly in our sex-centered society...the idea of an archetypal relationship is just...well, just that: an idea...we can waste forever looking to find our "soul mate", but there are so many other human beings out there, and everyone's got their own set of standards, whether they realize it or not...what are the odds that those standards will be met? yes, the idea of a perfect, passionate relationship is an intoxicating one, but idealism never got anyone anywhere except disappointed...so i say, just be as happy as possible with what you have, and don't try to mold it into something its not...if you have someone who cares about you genuinely for just being you, then i'd say you've got something pretty good going...i dunno whether or not i'm preaching to the choir here...just my thoughts...
peace, love, and hedonism
Beastie
oh, and kudos on the new blog, lin ^_^
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