Child like.
A heart that gives without question and always wants more.
Its mind tricks you over and over again, while you underestimate it’s will.
Games that tangibility could never understand and fully developed brains could never win.
Its eyes wonder in admiration of your imperfections,
it can only see the beauty between your silhouette.
Its arms too weak to support the weight of its own passion.
Too fragile to brace it’s own fall.
Its sticky hands grip on to the leftovers you forgot to finish,
the crumbs that could never satisfy an adult-sized appetite.
Its stomach sensitive to everything but it’s sweet tooth consumes anything
that looks inviting and is unsettling causing stomach aches.
Its feet trip over one another all the time,
scarring and bruising the skin, as tears rush down its face.
It’s clumsy and my heart refuses to abide by the rules of taking one step at a time .
Instead it tries to run before it can walk, trips, cries then goes back into a sprint,
forgetting the trauma bleeding from its legs.
Through this poem, I decided to explore the connection between simplicity of love with the behaviour and actions of children. I personified love as a child by using connections such as: “sticky hands” and “leftovers” to illustrate how love is mindlessly grasps on to anything that looks like it could provide affection including past relationships that could have been toxic, “feet” and “clumsy” to demonstrate love’s reckless and rash nature and the inevitable pain that results from this, “stomach” and “sensitive” depicts love’s bad habit of being enticed and drawn by people who can’t satisfy us long term and often times end up being worse than they expected.
