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Love Curious

I know I said I would be on hiatus but I cooked up this poem after watching a really good short film during one of my study breaks. Coming from a group of friends who’re part of the LGBTQ+ community, I consider myself an ally. And I wanted to make this poem. It’s about the universal concept of what love is while trying to emphasize that the kind of love that most people are familiar with is really no different from the kind of love people in LGBTQ+ relationships experience.

Love Curious
By: Anita Marie

I’m curious
For most of my life, I’ve always been
Or have I?

I’ve always wondered what it was like to love
How does it go? What does one do?
Does it make me fall out of it or stay true?

For how familiar love is, it still comes off as a mysterious gush of wind
You never really know whether it’s cool because of the sea breeze or because of the mountain trees
All you know is that you need it to breathe

Yet love doesn’t always come the same way a second time
The first time for most of us was probably a gentle kind of love
The one that sets our expectations, gives us directions on where to go
Prompting us to ask the right questions
Because somehow, we never do

Crazy, right?
That something we thought was true could just turn out to be a clue
A step here, a hop there, then you find yourself running so fast
You can’t tell whether the beating of your heart speeds up because of the rush
Or because of that one person who makes you gush away

I’ve been in love, maybe in more ways than one but what I know about love?
Not much
I don’t think I’ll ever know much about it in my lifetime but I can always try

To be honest, I don’t know how it begins, or how it develops
All I know is that it could end, it could evolve, and that it has power I can’t quite understand

It can be dangerous for some yet it could be the only thing that could save a person from drowning out the world
Yes, love is weird, it makes you feel
Most importantly, it makes you human

Sometimes all love is, is a leap of faith
A risk into the unknown
Sometimes it’s a trap door on a theatre stage
At times it just flows

All you have to do is to open your eyes to everything around you
We may never understand love, but at least we know it’s there
Love is love, whether you wear it on your sleeve or hide it under your skin
But most of all, for whatever you make out of it, love always wins

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