Love Never Means Perfection Poem by Red Brist

Love never means perfection
If you haven't learned this
You have never been in love
Love is…
Eating mexican food twice in one week
Even though it's your least favorite
Kissing him while he goes number two
Even though you might gag from the smell
Baking him brown sugar biscuits
Even though you hate to cook anything
Staying up all night discussing life
Even though you are sick for rest
Letting him wipe his tears in your hair
Even though a tissue is on hand
Allowing him to share his fears
Even though you carry the same in secret
The honeymoon stage was short-lived
Anger and heavy defensive undertones
Ruled conversation
Learning
Always captivating
Always stimulating
Leaving a thirst for more
I wanted to hate you because of your gender
Instead
I fell in love with you because of your demeanor
Reigniting trust
Forcing myself out of the picture
Even though the desire to hold you becomes unbearable
My heart still lays open in your sweet palms