i love reading fucked up love stories
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So I was thinking about love yesterday. Romantic, platonic, familial. And I realized that in our society where (het) romantic love is oversaturated to the point of being a borderline plague, platonic love is considered the least out of all of them, the bottom rung of some pretentious love-ladder that we invented.
Everytime someone talks about their friend it’s always “Oh, she’s like a sister to me”, “He’s the brother I never had,” etc etc. I know for a fact that having friends is a hell of a lot different than having siblings–don’t get me wrong, the love is still there, and it still runs deep and strong, but it’s different.
Why does friendship always have to be lesser than other forms of love? (“They’re more than friends,” “we’re not just friends, we’re family!” etc.) Why is friendship constantly swept under the rug as some childish attachment, like a pacifier or a security blanket, that gets cast aside as you grow into your Mature Adult Life^tm?
Why can’t we allow friendship to just be?
Valentine’s Day is coming, which means I’m putting together another super-short collection of poems about LOVE… Or whatever. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek:
Morning, and your kisses taste like coffee.
The caffeine in your lips shakes me awake.
Legs weak, I stumble downstairs to the kitchen
To pour myself a steaming cup
And drown last night’s mistakes.
Nighttime, and your kisses taste like whiskey.
Your drowsy eyes are filled with toxic lust.
No self-control, I climb into your bed again
To fill myself with emptiness
And let you crush my heart to dust.