I Don’t Believe In love

I used to be a romantic.
I even gave two wedding rings.
Now I don’t believe in love.

Because everyone I loved,
stopped loving me.
Conveniently or

I don’t blame them.
I stopped loving them too.
When it no longer served me.

If what is true is always true.
As blue is always blue,
I lied with every “I love you.”

A glimpse of glory.
Spilled ink in old journals.
Kernels, no cobb.

Except momma.
Or my grandma.
And anyone else
I never wanted anything from.

So what do I believe in?
I believe in Love.
Capital L.
Big, Unconditional, Universal.

Like the Sun that shines on sinners and saints.
Like the rose giving Her scent to every nose.
Like God who holds no record of wrong.

I could look around for it.
Searching here or there.
Or I could be it.
Just fucking be it.
Be Love.
And settle the argument forever.

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  • This was nice

  • I was stoked to see “poetry” in your navigation because I’ve always grappled with where to put my writing… and you just said “fuck it,” and put it where you felt like it belonged which is the only way to do it… this is beautiful.

  • Beautiful Abrey.
    I love it, I feel you brother!

    Vinko Mihaljević
  • omg LOVE LOVE LOVE. me and my boy who I have been in an open relationship with just had the breakdown where we finally unveiled all the other people we had been seeing. out in the open. and i have never felt more free!!!! we finally realized that we are both hoes and other people do not take away from our love. we have infinite love to give, as it is not a finite resource. <3 love LOVE. l o v e :) xo – m

    Marisa N. Loughborough

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