It's OK, that's Love

It’s ok, that’s love

Rips your heart out and becomes

Sad and beautiful like a fallen dove

 

I’ve watched you from afar for  too long, craved to be yours for even longer

Even as just friends I was satisfied, I called you my first love

You were my reason to smile. A lonely girl is all I was

No friends but you, yet happy enough,

But for you it was never enough.

 

I spoke the words that ruined it all, your once kind smile

Turns twisted and cruel, the kindness I once knew,

Withers away into a twisted face, filled with nothing but disgrace.

Now your words no longer kind, fills me with sorrow and distrust  

Feels like I might just combust into dust.

 

It’s ok, that’s love

Rips your heart out and becomes

Sad and beautiful like a fallen dove

 

My heart so tender believe your apologies, even when you turn and break it all over again.

Now I’ve locked myself away,never fully letting anyone in

Friends will comfort me but can never remove, the scars you’ve left to haunt me.

Years have passed I’ve soon forgotten you, but another takes my heart

I fear to lose him too, because saying “I love you”, has broken me apart.

 

I’ve made my peace with you, forgiven even when I didn’t want to

Moving on isn’t the hardest part and forgiveness can come easy

It’s forgetting that makes me hesitate, it’s forgetting that affects my future

Far more than I wish of it to. But now I’m free, so forgive yourself As i’ve forgiven you,

Because this person I call my friend does not love me as much as I want him to but,

 

It’s ok, that’s love

Rips your heart out and becomes

Sad and beautiful like a fallen dove

 

He’s offered me, the amazing beauty of friendship,

A love not meant for a lover but enough to make me happy

I do not need approval of my looks, I do not need to know that he is mine

I do not need to rely on something that was never really there

Because I may be who I wish to be, and I may let my heart go.

 

I am accepted with this kind of love, love of friendship was

Always enough. Sometimes it’s not what we seek that ends up

Being what we truly want.

 

It’s ok that’s love

Rips your heart out and becomes

Sad and beautiful like a fallen dove

And rises again just to soar above.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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