Growing up, I never understood the concept of love.
I didn’t understand how
Sometimes it was a beautiful work of art.
I didn’t understand how
Sometimes it was the one accident that
ruins the work.
I didn’t understand why
So many people wanted it despite
the pain it brings
And the everlasting mark it leaves
on your heart.

Love was a tattoo;
I never wanted a tattoo.

I grew up. I never understood the concept
of love.
I didn’t understand how
A spark could turn to wild flames.
I didn’t understand how
The smoke could be so blinding.
I didn’t understand why
So many people wanted to be burned
by the red-hot
That consumed minds and bodies
As if they were twigs and leaves.

Love was a fire;
I never liked fire.

I met you. I never understood the concept
of love.
I didn’t understand how
I felt so light when I thought of you.
I didn’t understand how
I felt so high whenever you were near me.
I didn’t understand why
When you left, rain would pour from
my blue skies
Until you came back around
Like the bright, hopeful sun on a sad,
dark day.

Love was a cloud;
I was scared of heights.

You grew apart from me. I suddenly
understood the concept of love.
I suddenly understood how
Someone could easily wade into water
so deep.
I suddenly understood how
A strong current could pull two people
Toward a dangerous rip tide.
I suddenly understood why
It was so peaceful being held
Under the water helplessly
As salty tears mix with salty waves.

Love was an ocean.
I liked to drown.