Love’s Home (1 of 30)

Love was never known to me as a gentle thing.
No, for me, love was a whirlwind.
It entered my life
and exited it at the same speed.
It broke through barriers,
without bothering to put them back in place.
It never asked, no,
love just assumed and
I’m still not sure where its assumptions end and
where I begin.
Love was never known to me as a gentle thing.
Some people have described it as
calm, as
warm, as
home.
Love was never my home,
it wasn’t even part of it.
Love was my Monday morning drink,
my Wednesday evening shot,
my Friday evening one night stand.
And love was good.
Love may have not been the quintessential kind, but
love was the best storm I have ever witnessed.
Love may have broken me down,
but soon another love will come,
another love who’s job will be easier,
another love who shall build me back up.
Love was never gentle, love was
never my home, but
I was gentle and love will always
have a home in my heart.
Love was never my home, yet
the entire time, I was love’s home and
I’m glad I could be.

Hey ! I’m doing NaPoWriMo this month so you can expect a poem every day !! xx

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