I think it is


It hit me like a tidal wave,
One i never ceased to imagine.
The overwhelming feeling of things i yet to know,
Like a million different languages.
I, not knowing a single one.

People tell me that it is normal,
They whisper in my ear,
“Do it or you will regret”
This and so much more
But i can’t, the fear to much.

I think about it often,
All the many different outcomes.
Aware of what i want,
But terrified of everything.

My feelings are everywhere,
Somewhere they shouldn’t be.
How could they betray me?
could this be happening?
Why would they open me up to this?

None of it makes sense,
Something i never wanted to feel .
It snuck upon me
But when i pushed it away
It pushed back harder

Im hesitant to call it love
I shouldn’t acknowledge it,
Or maybe a should?
I just wish i knew
Or had some sort of understanding.

What is this?
It hit me like a tidal wave
One i never ceased to imagine
The overwhelming feeling of things i yet to know
Like a million different languages
I, not knowing a single one

But,
I think they call it love.

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this poem is not anything specific, this is something that came into mind last night and i just sorta let it flow.