I have talked about love before and I wanted to post something about love since Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. Everyone who knows me knows how I feel about Valentine’s Day (not my favorite holiday). I want to focus on a different kind of love in this post. Forbidden love. I feel like forbidden love is something among the lines of loving someone you are not supposed to be loving. Like someone you are loving from afar and cannot tell anyone about. It is like holding onto a secret. We think of forbidden love like Romeo and Juliet. It is one of those weird and twisted feeling. I think this quote by Pen soul in some ways sums it up. “Falling in forbidden love is beautiful in a weird way, like those doodles in the last page of my notebook, only I can feel, interpret and understand that blissful mess.” In other words, forbidden love is something that person can only try to understand. Nobody else can truly understand it better than that one person can.
A lot of the time this love can leave you hurt, scarred and feeling hallow. It is like what Roy Orbison says. He says, “Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.” Sometimes we do not want that kind of love because if love hurts like that then it is not always worth it, especially if it leaves you hurt all the time. But it is also the type of love that teaches us all something. Yes, it hurts and it feels so wrong, but it is the greatest lesson we can learn. Which is my point about this forbidden love thing. I want to conclude with one final quote and I think this explains what I have been saying. “The worst feeling in the world is when you know that you both love each other but still you just can’t be together.” That feeling is the worst feeling and that is what forbidden love is. It is the fact that even if you love each other you cannot be together. Anyways, here is a poem that I wrote about forbidden love. Enjoy!!
Our Forbidden Love
I loved you, but I would never tell
The world including you because
Although we were lovers there
Was nothing else. My heart swelled
With so much hatred because claws
Scratched me and I could not swear
To tell you that I was bleeding from
The pain. I could never tell you that
I was tired from loving the wrong
Person who only showed their warm
Smile, but never the war or combat
They face every day. I was the song
That cheered you up and the place
You went to when you needed to
De-stress from the world. It was our
Secret as my fingertips would trace
Every inch of your skin. Me and you
Were once safe in our morning hour,
Laying against your chest, hearing
Your heartbeat, but we both already
Knew that we could not stay. But
Instead we were looking or peering
Into something that was unsteady
Like an old house without its guts
Or foundation to stand on. We were
An empty house that had no love
Left. We were drowning in the sea
And its cascading waves. The blur
Of tears were too much. Like a dove
We were flying too close and we
Burned, but could never survive or
Escape the feeling that this love was
Forbidden or felt like a wrong turn.
It was something I could not ignore.
It was our last night when the buzzed
Feeling wore off. I no longer yearned
For something that left me so hollow.
It was a hard pill for me to swallow.
