This Is Not a Love Poem

This is not a love poem

about a mutually shared

psychosis full of separate

and shared delusions.

This is not a love poem,

or a fairytale co-written

with narratives that compete

and culminate in tragedy 

worthy of O. Henry 

or Shakespeare.

This NOT A LOVE poem.

L o v e is not the stuff 

of rom-coms, the sad poetry 

of Lord Byron, or ballads

of bygone eras.

Love is within,

and everything

that sparks it 

does so because you 

decide to let it.

This is not a love poem.

Love doesn’t need words-

love is in your eyes.

You are the poetry

in the cool autumn breeze

that kisses your cheek.

Love is witness.

If you want a love poem,

Breathe,

Be.