This poem was written and submitted to Hello Poetry by an author out of England who goes by Unheard-of 21/F/England. It’s a simple poem that makes so much sense because we do write about things we don’t understand in the hope of understanding them. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.
I used to wonder why everyone wrote about love
in novels and poems,
like it was a disposable glove
but then I realized one day
that we write about what we don’t understand,
in the hope of understanding it
for love cannot be defined
It can only be a feeling, with the sole purpose of proving we’re alive.