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1. It hurts. Goddamn, it hurts like hell. It hurts like a dull, constant ache you can’t shake. It hurts when he’s sitting next to her and listening to what she has to say or tying her shoes or playing with her binder because you know that’ll never be you. It hurts when he’s sitting next to you and smiling and listening to what you say because you know it’ll never be more than that. It hurts when he’s sitting across the room with his friends and he’s laughing because look how smoothly his life flows without you in it.

2. If you’re in a room with fifty other people who are talking to each other, you’ll still be able to pick out his laugh.

3. There are lots of different kinds of love, and lots of times people mistake something as love when it’s really not. That’s okay, because a lot of people think that you can’t really name love and it’s beyond any mere word or definition or something. I think it’s easy to name love. I just don’t think it’s as easy to name who you love.

4. In seventh grade, the guidance counselor tried to teach us the difference between love and infatuation. We got little sheets that had a list of actions or behaviors and we had to write ‘L’ or ‘I’ next to them. One of them was, “you’re happy when the person gets a boy/girlfriend, even if it’s not you.” According to the teacher, the answer was love. She said that you’re in love if you put their happiness above yours. I think she’s wrong. She was going on about how love was the most selfless thing about human nature, but I think

5. Love is selfish. You’re asking someone to give their heart to you, to give every thought of self hatred or every deep secret or secret smile to you and all you give them in return is the promise that you’ll be careful with it.

6. It’s a myth when they say that love doesn’t go away. It goes away, it just lingers a bit, like acid eating away at the lining of your heart and when it’s finally created a big enough hole that leaves you keeled over whenever you touch it, it trickles out and away.

7. Love goes away, but the damage doesn’t. It leaves carnage like the morning after a battle. It leaves thousands of people who just can’t compare. It leaves big holes in your watch, time you’ll never get back.

8. Everyone says teenagers can’t fall in love. They do it anyways, because they’re rebellious and stupid.

9. Love isn’t looking beneath the face and finding the gem inside. Love is seeing the face and falling in love with the freckles spanning his nose or the wrinkle between the eyebrows when he’s working on calculus or the chapped lips he doesn’t know he bites. Love isn’t ignoring the appearance for the sake of the personality; it’s relearning each tiny imperfection every day you see him and wanting to do that for the rest of your life.

10. Love is a clearing by the highway that hasn’t been mowed in a while, with grass up to your thighs and invisible rocks and land mines you might accidentally trip on. It’s lying out there at one a.m. on a night when it’s overcast, and neither of you can see the stars but they’re there anyway, and you know they’re there anyway, no matter if nobody recognizes them or not, they’re not leaving any time soon.

11. Love is a hole somewhere in that field and if you’re lucky, you might trip and fall into it because even if you end up with a sprained ankle, you can embellish the story until you end up fighting alien pirates and getting injured carrying the princess off the boat. Nobody will believe that, but if you’re younger than twenty-five, nobody will believe you fell in love either.

12. There was that one time when my sister was engaged and then she was not-engaged and she kept all the letters they had written to each other and I think that’s what love is.

13. You don’t need to know if they like rain or snow or sun or if they like waffles more than pancakes or if they decide things quickly or they spend days waffling between two options or if their favorite color is pink or orange. Love is knowing they like pink and pancakes and loving them anyways.

14. It’s being confused and lying awake at night in your bed because love is about caring for someone else and being human is about caring for yourself.

15. When I was six years old, I fell in love for the first time with a boy who ran away from me on the playground. Before then, I had no idea that love and pain could be so synonymous.

16. One of my friends last year said that love and pain are not synonyms, just like sex and pain are not—it only hurts when you’re doing it wrong.

17. It’s wonderful, okay, it fills you up to the brim and you spill over the sides and you’re okay with that because you’ve never had anything in your life more worth the mess. It makes your teeth decay ten years too early because of the sweetness. It feels like she placed the sun in the sky and God created the stars after He created the freckles dusting her cheeks. It’s like giving him a gun and a motive and asking him not to shoot you in the head because there’s got to be trust there, hiding away in your eyes or in the splay of your palms. It’s perfect and it makes you feel perfect on the good days and like there’s something worth living for on the bad ones. It’s being not really sure if you believe there’s a god, but knowing that you believe in them and it’s being one hundred percent sure that the definition of love begins with their name.
wow this is really long. but look capital letters. this idea sprang from a discussion we had in History class about if the aristocrats of Western Europe in the thirteenth century invented love as we know it today. I was just sitting there thinking, 'yo man what do i know about love oh wow that's not very much, it must be because you're, you know, young.' So I wrote a proseish thing? I don't know.

If you want, I would love for you guys to leave comments that say what you know about love because I love reading that stuff, it's all so beautiful. Also, could you tell me your favorite number of this thing? Kind of goes hand in hand with question number one, like what stanza do you relate to? And sorry that most of the 'object of love's in this poem are he's. I wrote it based off of one specific, specifically male person, but.

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crazynoggin Featured By Owner Edited Nov 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The worst monster is love. Love is the worst pain. But it's worth it.
Also, I love 8.
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crazynoggin Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Some people get engaged at 24.
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FallingAngel22 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Seriously, i might become an addict. I love your style 
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jplgaara Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
8 & 9 are my favorites.

Love is a smile and a heartbeat when you see the back of his head fifty yards away. <3
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Valor-00 Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2013  Student Artist
I love the add in on the "romanticized" love. I have found over the years that love was never what I was taught. Thanks for sharing this
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OmnomnomSquirl Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
love love love love love love love love love 

this was perfection.
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Wolfeyes32 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
i really, really love number 8.

and i can't say i know much about love at all, but i do know this:
it's easy to love. love is not easy, love is hard and cold and hot and fire, but it's easier to love than to keep yourself cold.
love does not mend. it brings people together, but two broken people combined will not become whole.
love is not reserved for the person you kiss or whose eyes hold the sky. love is for the people who mean something to you, for your family and the people who become your family and the friends you trust with the end of the world.
love and infatuation are not mutually exclusive
the hardest person to love is yourself
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RoseScarlet Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2013  Student Writer
8 is my life story :/
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SoObsessed Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Reading number 11 felt like getting hit very hard somewhere above my sternum and below my windpipe.  That's the story of my life: stories, all of them mixtures of fantasy and reality, compilations of what really happened and what my expectations were.  It reminded me of so many memories spent with friends, laughing until our faces were red and hot and our cheeks stung from the strain of smiling so hard.  My joy is in the weird memories that hold no near place to anything significant.  That's what love is to me, the patchwork memories, mixtures of reality and perception that uniquely have their ways of making two people smile upon recall; the casual things, the fun things.
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Kitzy2011 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is beautiful.
Thank you.
The whole thing is awesome, and so heartbreakingly true
I love it all.
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Shadow534 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013
love is always having them on your mind, whether it be rain, horses, time of day or wondering whether they've fell asleep yet. 
love is knowing they may never love you back in that way, but not caring as every moment you spend with them is a moment of your time that you will never forget
love is thinking that no matter what you do you wont be worthy of them, because no one could possibly be good enough
love is knowing all their flaws, and that only making you love them more because it just proves that they are human 
love is knowing that they may love one of your friends, and being completely fine with that (if not ever so slightly jealous) because as long as they are happy nothing else even matters in life 
love isnt about age at all, anyone can love, but love can fade
love can hurt, but it doesnt matter because just seeing her makes your heart melt 
love is feeling like that someone built the whole world just with you in mind, and placed all them stars just so that you could count them. 
love is confusing as it goes against the majority of our human nature
love isnt spontaneous, it grows with time 
but most of all 
love is an amazing feeling, where no matter what happens in life as long as they are happy and they spend time with you life is a dream you dont want to be woken from. 

i agree with 1,2,14 &17 most as they are all just so damn true,

i dont agree with 8 though, but that is what most people think. i'm 15 and i fell in love without knowing it, but i've loved the same person for nearly 2 years, she doesnt even know because i dont want to tell her incase the fact im a girl too makes her feel awkward and she might stop talking to me. as long as she is happy though i dont mind, i will tell her at some point though

oh and another one 

love is most selfish emotion going that can lead to some of the most selfless actions 

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XBunnybunz Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013
Beautiful. You have a absolutely wondrous way with words; you can make us leap up in agreement to your statements, and make us teary-eyed because we understand how it feels. I can feel the pain of each word stab me like a knife, but I can also feel the warmth of it like a fire on a cold, winter day. Beautiful.
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kmills95 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
8. Everyone says teenagers can’t fall in love. They do it anyways, because they’re rebellious and stupid.
^Personally, I love this line. I think teenagers can fall in love. I mean, I'm a teenager, and if this isn't love I don't know what it. But yes, we are rebellious and stupid :)

11. Love is a hole somewhere in that field and if you’re lucky, you might trip and fall into it because even if you end up with a sprained ankle, you can embellish the story until you end up fighting alien pirates and getting injured carrying the princess off the boat. Nobody will believe that, but if you’re younger than twenty-five, nobody will believe you fell in love either.
^Okay this one is just... wow.

16. One of my friends last year said that love and pain are not synonyms, just like sex and pain are not—it only hurts when you’re doing it wrong.
^I agree with this one. I mean, unrequited love really, really hurts... Other than that, though, love shouldn't hurt. Not saying it doesn't, and sometimes it does in this beautiful way. But my personal motto is, Life hurts. Love heals.

17. It’s wonderful, okay, it fills you up to the brim and you spill over the sides and you’re okay with that because you’ve never had anything in your life more worth the mess. It makes your teeth decay ten years too early because of the sweetness. It feels like she placed the sun in the sky and God created the stars after He created the freckles dusting her cheeks. It’s like giving him a gun and a motive and asking him not to shoot you in the head because there’s got to be trust there, hiding away in your eyes or in the splay of your palms. It’s perfect and it makes you feel perfect on the good days and like there’s something worth living for on the bad ones. It’s being not really sure if you believe there’s a god, but knowing that you believe in them and it’s being one hundred percent sure that the definition of love begins with their name.
^Just... this.

Love is being able to point out every flaw and imperfection, and not just looking past them, but loving them. 
Love is freedom.
Love is everything.
Love is what makes life worth living, even when it hurts.
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Saroda Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Love is when anything can remind you of him; when even something as simple as the scent of rain or a stranger's accent makes you think of him, and then you'll be thinking of nothing else for the rest of the day.
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SherrySilver Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Student General Artist
uh..... i think i shall like to say that i have been infatuated, i shall like to believe that... because and but, what i know of love is 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17.... yet mostly 1.. This is amazing thanks for sharing ^^
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HezClicks Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
3, 7 and 14 are (I won't say my favourites) but struck a chord with me, because my favourite  is  11 for the metaphor and silliness and loveliness of it. It's all good though.

I know that love is the best and worst thing in this world; 
And love is sometimes hurting the person, so that they can find something better.
And it will tear you apart to let them go; 
but you love them that much you know it's the right thing.

Love, was finding myself waking up next to friends and strangers alike and still not feeling.


That's a little less beautiful than your own descriptions haha.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2013  Student Writer
8 is my absolute favourite. I can relate most to 1. I love this so much. It should be one of those things you print out and tape to your mirror. :)
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eliseque Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2013
This was amazing, you use your words beautifully.
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seafeather5 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
1, 6, 13, and 17 were just great, but this in general was really nice to read
<3
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MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013   Writer
Aw, thank you so much. I tried to not make it depressing, I'm not that good writing about love that doesn't end up hurting people. One track kind of gal, I guess. I'm really glad you liked it though!
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maiatauri Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
My favourites: 5, 7, 9, 14, 15. 

5 because it was a thought I'd never had (consciously). 
7 because of ten thousand people who will never even come close. 
9 because the wrinkle in the eyebrows is synonymous with the thoughts running free behind it. 
14 because humans are stupid and terrible and ugly and fantastic and confused and beautiful creatures. 
And 15 because no love I've ever had was requited. 
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MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013   Writer
Thank you so much!

I actually got 5, 13, and 14 out of something I wrote for my friend a while ago, an epic love story set in New York City. I remember being pretty proud after coming up with the idea that love was selfish, even though I'm sure I'm nowhere near the only person to ever think of that. In writing 7, I hope I exaggerated by saying that other people won't come close. It's one of my deepest hopes that while (s)he may outpace people in certain skills, like music or art, other people will be better than him at other things, like football or dance. I just hope that maybe out of thousands of other people, there are going to be other people that are better than him.

And nonnie, I'm so sorry no love you've ever had was requited. Man, the guy I wrote about in 15? I liked him from kindergarten all the way to sixth grade and it was awful and terrible because he knew I liked him and would make fun of me about it. Then, I guess I just stopped liking him? You'd think that for a girl who convinced herself there'd never be another boy in her world, she'd remember the day she stopped liking that guy, but I don't. He was awful to me and I was awful to him and it would never have worked out and I guess what I'm trying to say is that if (s)he doesn't love you back then it's their loss because you are beautiful and perfect and I've figured that out from only 61 words from you.
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maiatauri Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I didn't mean it in a sad way. :) I just haven't found the right person yet. Or the right person hasn't found me. We haven't found each other. And I guess you haven't found yours either. Who knows how that works? 
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KuranYuuki100 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2013

This. Was. Perfect.

 

I relate to 1.. because.. I cant explain.. Sorry for my Lameness...

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MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2013   Writer
Thank you so much! And sorry it took me so long to respond. But usually I don't respond at all to comments because I can never think of what to say but I've decided this entry is too personal and every comment is a bit more personal than usual, so Im gonna respond. 

Lameness is completely okay, man, I don't think that's lame at all to not be able to explain. Like, to me 1 is probably the most personal. I wrote it and based it directly off my love life (nonexistent, of course) right now, kind of while he was 'sitting next to her and listening to what she has to say. . .'

I think most everyone can relate to number one because it's something we've all been through. But, anyways, thank you!
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KuranYuuki100 Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2013
oh no it's okay. I do that too. I hate responding to messages since I HAVE SO MANY...

yeah it sucks to have someone you like and he doesn't like you back. Just so sad.

Yeah, and you're welcome. ^-^
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