Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

She was intense 
like a flame to a dry field
It spreads, it burns,
she demands your attention.

She was timeless,
like a wave crashing on the sand
fluently alive, raging furiously,
and manipulating your emotions.

That girl was beautiful,
a frequent imbalance of naughty or nice,
urging you to protect her or defend yourself,
begging you to walk then run,
– to her or away from her,
forcing you to decide.

She was magnetic,
She was gravity,
She was pressure,
She was force.

That girl is love.


kristin l. cook

Poison; They Call It Love

Poison; They Call It Love
Your memory is like a prison
I can’t run, I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you make it hard to eat

Your touch was like a drug
Just stick the needle in
while I pulse and shrug
leave, find that bar stool
I can’t unlove you
and I don’t want to
Besides, she wants to fuck you
The truth is I’d rather lie here
with this band tight on my arm
and this one day rush of harm
than forget that you left me,
you left your love,
as I come down
and you let me drown
kristin l. cook
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