The Annals of Love
A Poem
The annals of love descend upon us to give our minds historical context of all of our past failures, to remind us of each and every mistake we made in search of love But sometimes our minds do not have our best interests at heart They want to keep us and our negative thought patterns together in distaste and awkwardness The mind won’t release us from the past because it wants to keep us all to itself or so we tell ourselves when, in reality, we know it’s just us trying to cover up the fact that we are addicted to sabotage and we want to demolish love before it does the same to us
But what if we ignored our minds and our past calamities and stepped into the day in defense of love instead of so suspicious of it? What if we allowed ourselves to feel things again instead of going numb and abandoning our feelings in favor of stoicism, the modern equivalent of acting calm but ignoring the true feelings of others in favor of deep thought and wisdom
But love isn’t always logical and streamlined Sometimes it’s kind of messy and tattered because we are all so scared of what it would mean if it was real. If it was really love standing in front of us with outstretched arms So instead we contaminate and ruminate to avoid a fictional future of misery that we bestowed on ourselves because we think we don’t deserve true love But all the while, these same patterns are what bring melancholic reality to the forefront of our lives
If love, true love, is what everyone who has truly experienced it says it is, then why are we fighting so hard against it? Open your arms, open your mind and allow love to pull you close and embrace you like a warm blanket Allow yourself to be held and cared for and never let go of that feeling
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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