some poetry i wrote
One thing they never teach you in life is how to love.
They don’t write on the chalkboard about how love is pain
They don’t have textbooks on how love may maim
And how strong you need to be in order to be in love
I’ve never been sat down and told how love never ends, and how it’s dangerous and violent and will leave you if you aren’t careful
How you have to brave a thousand storm just to come out with your heart still hopeful
And that if you fall it’ll shatter
They don’t teach you how you have to serve your dignity on a silver platter.
They don’t show the aches and woes of love or how you’ll give everything you have and still have the chance of ending up with none
They don’t teach love in classrooms.
But you learn it the same.
The can’t conceive, those hard-hearted professors,
How you can happily drag yourself through hell for someone else
And kill of every better heart for you with a smile on your face and joy in your heart
They don’t know how love is like an arrow in your chest,
It hurts like hell to have it there but taking it out will probably kill you.
Nobody ever showed me love growing up
I had to study it
And learn it
And go through it
To understand
That if you’re ever going to be in love
You have to be a man.
You can’t procrastinate heart songs.
You can’t be grounded from love
Or not take care of it in turn.
You have to be there
Always
Never leave it
If you ever grasp it
Never let go
Though still don’t squeeze it
Don’t hurt your soul
Just understand
You can’t teach love
Just like you can’t make a boy become a man.
