Love Box

Two posts ago I shared some of my earlier writing. There are a few other favorites I have come across that I would like to share. This poem that I am going to share is one that I wrote for my first love. I was 16 at the time I wrote it. Everyone knows that when you are in love at 16 that everything good and/or bad is magnified and intensified by 10. The fact that he ended up breaking my heart worked out in my favor. I got a lot of good writing out of it. To be honest, I think I still do. Everyone remembers their first love. We all put our memories of them into a box in our heart. This poem doesn't tell about everything in my love box for my first love, but it's a good start.

Push across the large load of hard emotions and give a little touch.

Don't let the stingy mind of the average bastard rip your spacious love box in half.

You have all the time to explore new horizons.

Don't break off your path so soon.

There's more on the bumpy, curvy, and cofusing road, of needs and wants.

All of the sudden, there's a burst of gracious combustion that I can't withstand.

This grease bomb had poured it's juices into my viens of love.

What is this frightening disaster going to spit onto my pathway?

There's only one way to know. Be graciously gooshy with it.

But, don't ever let it take up too much space in your love box

with all of it's unbearable mistakes.