The Simple Word Poetry

  It was love at first sight. The kind you only hear about from sappy, overly-happy friends who have the quintessential perfect relationship. I never believed in such rosy and putrid romantic portraits of the way most think we must live when we hit our mid-20s. Yet here I was and she, as well. The heart feels, then demands and our unconscious self obliges. How was I to know it wouldn't be enough? How was I know it wouldn't make a difference? All good things must come to an end, I suppose. In love, our heart can lead us on the right path for all the wrong reasons. I learned the hard way that we must listen to our gut's instinct instead. It takes a much bigger man than I am  to listen to such advice.

I was awakened by the love she had taken a young man's joy, blissful and sublime. Yet, I had the feeling that she had been cheating and ultimately wasting my time.