love club
written on August 1st, 2024
What is it to be loved? Is it to be known? To be touched? To be seen? To topple from the edges of cliffs, into the feeling of the deepest connection? To question the meaning of this world when the frustrations fill you up? To not know what is real from not? To endlessly fight the wall that threatens to tear?
“You’ll know when you know.”
Will I?
Love has so many forms, that no poem could describe it as clearly as one can feel it. it is engraved deep into my bones, yet I can never know when it’s there. It’s when my mother brings snacks in the midst of my writing, when my sister rambles on my bed while I’m reading, when my friend hugs me with her words, and it’s when I give myself time to heal. It's where my connection ends and where my pinning begins.
You’ll never know when love happens to you
Especially when you’re looking for it
But when you don’t
It sweeps you up and you’ll fall until the end of time.
