Love Poem 29

I always know when I’ve falling in love

because my decision making,

questionable at the best of times,

goes right out the window.

There is no

be cool

or play it cool

and there is no take it easy and let it happen.

I don’t force the issue

because love cannot be forced,

but I approach it with a

certain intensity

that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Even the people in the past with whom

there might have been magic

were pushed away by my overzealous commitment

to love

and that single-mindedness pruned the bud before

it could bloom.

And that’s fine because

this isn’t about waxing and moaning about

lost love

or love that got away,

but rather an acknowledgement that

my guts and my heart

aren’t always working within the

confines of reality

and that’s because,

one way or another,

I am usually avoiding the

confines of reality

too.