I Believe In Love Poem by Alyssa Lynn

But that’s the thing I don’t hate love, I think it’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. I love, I think that it’s a wonderful thing I just don’t know if I honestly believe in it. That’s the thing is that I used to, I used to believe in love, and all of its power but these days it all seems like an allusion, a mere trick. When I hear those songs I picture it all like a story, I go through that timeline in my head. As I hear those lyrics I feel the tingling lips of my first kiss. I feel the goose bumps as he caresses my skin. I flashback to a feeling, that is difficult for me to relive nor explain, it felt like a wave it was so powerful I believed it had to be love. But love is a mere allusion isn’t it? Oh but how I remember being fourteen and craving it so. I wanted those sleepless nights; I wanted to be the girl who jumped off the edge because she was so “in love”. I wanted to be swept away, I wanted to be “the girl” but isn’t it funny how things change? But if I recall, I can remember how I had a boy look me straight in the eyes with a look I never saw before and say he loved me and I couldn’t help but think.. Was this not what I’ve always wanted was this not what I’ve always craved, desired? So where was my rush my feeling of “is this really happening to me? ” I don’t know. I don’t know if love is real for me, if I’m perhaps too young, or too stubborn, too harsh or too whatever. Maybe I’m not capable of loving or, maybe love isn’t capable of finding me... but what I don’t understand is that I do believe in love.