Has Love Loved Me?

[hybrid bronze]

i’ve said “i love you”
with hands that shook
and a voice that tried to sound sure—
but deep down
i wasn’t certain what i was naming.
they say love is butterflies.
fluttering. chaos.
a storm in the stomach.
but me?
i just felt quiet.
like standing outside a party
and hearing laughter through the walls.
i’ve been nervous—
not the cute movie kind,
more like
“don’t mess this up, she might leave” kind.
i’ve looked at her
like she was the sky,
but never once felt like i was flying.
and maybe that’s it.
maybe love isn’t always the high.
maybe it’s in the way i stayed.
in the way i watched her sleep.
in the way i wanted to be enough
even when i wasn’t.
but if that wasn’t love...
then what have i been chasing?
what was all that ache for?
was it hope?
or just fear
dressed up in longing?
i’ve loved.
but i don’t know if love
ever truly loved me back.

[hybrid bronze]

thanks @wind oracle

[wind oracle]

np! I really liked your poem

[hybrid bronze]

thank you!

thanks @dark bane

[dark bane]

So coool

[hybrid bronze]

Thanks!

[frank dawn]

Your poem is lovley. Love often feels like and answer to a question we haven’t figured out how to fully ask ourselves.

It hurts because Love is the mirror image of lack. We long for what we do not have. I feel that ennui here. So thanks for sharing!

[hybrid bronze]

Thank you so much. It's a really personal poem because sometimes I wonder what love really is. It feels like everyone already knows exactly how it feels and what it is and I was left out.