Member Poem

Infatuation and love, 
It’s funny to see how 
The lines blur between 
What’s real and what’s not. 

Lay your hand on mine, 
Show me your flaws— 
All your mistakes, 
Your ugliness. 
I’ll take it all, 
With the tenderness I carry, 
Beneath my sharp, rough edges. 
And still, I’ll find a way 
To love it all.

Was it just infatuation, 
To hold you as an idea? 
Or was it my fault 
To think we’d last, 
Like lovers in fairytales? 

It was exhilarating, 
Exciting— 
But who knew it’d end 
In bruises and tears, 
All the blues we exchanged 
For promises unkept.

Was it worth it, love? 
Tell me your lies, 
And I’ll swallow them whole, 
Like a greedy dog after a treat. 

Maybe I’m the sharp teeth, 
Disguising myself as soft, 
And loved you wrong from the start.