Love Is The Answer Poem by Shelby Burnside

everyone says, 'love is the answer' but it seems that love is the question and very rarely ever answers anything. instead it is the difficulty in which we need the answer to. love never solves anything, except momentary loneliness. after awhile you get sick of the wanting, the waiting, the confusion, the neediness, and you end what you had because you want to be by yourself. to be able to sit in the quiet; listening to the thoughts that drift in and out of your cloudy mind. yet even though love was such an extreme difficulty, after you get out of the relationship that was causing you confusion, you miss it. you hurt and you feel like you'll never be okay ever again. do you ever feel okay again? or do you forget what the hurt feels like and think your healed and ready to move on? does this pattern just repeat and repeat until you give up, or love enters into extinction? maybe you're scared of that ever pounding heart ache and stay in that one safe, familiar relationship that you're sick of, just because you're scared that you'll never find anyone, even slightly as comforting as them. see... love is never the answer, love is ultimately the questions in which we desire the answer to so much; we, in turn, risk insanity to find it.