A Sad Slow Life

A sad slow life,
I'm just sitting and waiting.
What am I waiting for?
It beats the hell out of me.

I'd like to think I'm waiting for love.
Like it will just happen.
I know the best things are spontaneous,
but come on!

How the hell do you get anywhere,
if you just sit around all day.
Does true love bite you on the ass?
Or does it develop over time?

How are you supposed to know the difference,
between a crush and love?
How can you love and care,
without getting hurt?!?!?!?

Do you bare all,
and get ripped to shreds by some bitch.
Or do you hide yourself,
and keep everything inside, where it's safe.

Maybe there is a happy medium,
maybe you can love and be safe.
Then again maybe real lovers are risk takers,
or maybe I'm just full of shit.

I've herd that all people are the same,
at least on the inside.
So do some people follow this grey scale,
or do some have bigger hearts than others?

If your heart is large enough,
to not be able to contain safely,
will your extra love get ripped off,
by those who hold their smaller hearts within.

Or will you get lucky,
and find someone else with a big heart,
who will help protect the part of you,
that you can't defend.

Sometimes it seems like love is a giant mouth.
If you get sucked in,
you get chewed up, spit out,
and then you'll know that love hurts.

And if you manage to stay away,
you don't get hurt,
but you sit all alone,
having no idea what love is really like.

But other times love can be great.
It can be a warm blanket,
that protects you from the world's,
everlasting cold morning.

Love can be that one shining star,
in the dark night.
Or the last leaf on the tree in fall,
that seem to keep the tree alive.

Love can be the only thing,
that let's you make it through the day.
Or it can be the final crushing blow,
that finishes you off.

And in my opinion this is the way of love,
of true human emotion.
But it is necessary to experience it for yourself,
or to never really live.

To love, to live, to laugh, to sing.
To be loved, to be hugged, to be held.
To be unloved, to cower, to hide, to run away.
To not love, to be dead inside.

Ian W. Park