History broke years ago
for me
and every time I think
it is fixed
it suddenly stops working again
A coal-powered concept in a
nuclear world.
How many bodies need
to bounce
off the mattress to find love?
Usually a handful,
but some of us never find love.
I don't think most of us are looking,
our inner child are still searching
because
they want the comfort
but the rational animal knows
something.
Pain and pleasure principles
so skewed nobody even uses them
to figure love out
and it's a good thing for the romantics
because we would have
given up the game
years ago.
Aging delivers on scars
and death
and love remains elusive.
I really like the way you’ve asked that question of ‘finding true love’…a most unique perspective within the poem.