They say there is three types of love
That will come across in a lifetime.
They say there are 4 to 5 stages in relationships,
By stage 2, many will walk away after being frustrated
From all the hard fights.
The first love is those puppy eyes,
The ‘I love you’ stage is as sweet as Manuka honey.
Where dancing under the moonlight
Where fantasies are explored.
This first love are like childhood sweethearts,
Making promise rings out of blades of grass
Decorated by flowers.
Exchanging vows
In front of playgrounds.
This love,
Which often is labelled as infatuation.
It was my first understanding of what love was.
The second love is the love that is brittle
And most of the times
Collapse!
Curtains of perfection crumbles
As the windows of flaws stares right back!
Dynamics shifted,
Where feelings of 24/7 love gets examined.
Where “I love you just the way you are” gets challenged.
Both sides put their own needs at the forefront
Making up all the ‘sacrificial love’ given,
Now it’s tax collector season!
Words exchanges
Tears soaked pillows
Time is slowly cutting away.
Being checked out after that lightbulb of passion
Switches off.
Repeated allegations become an acceptance
Instead of defending and explanations
On the stand…
Kissing teeth and rolling eyes is the easier response.
Feels like the world has been attacked,
A strong Will can wobble at every moment
Of questioning why this deep love that felt right
Went left.
to be continued…
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