Problem is…

The problem is, 

A small pool of love and I am submerged completely. 

I forget that I’m not in an ocean

I take an overdose when I’m not supposed to, 

I cross the bridge, even before I get to it. 

I love too deeply, 

I expect too much. 

At the end, I get hurt deeply. 

Problem is, 

I’m susceptible to love, 

I fall too easily, 

I don’t have caution, 

I believe in love at first sight, 

And I love irrevocably, 

Truly and entirely

I follow a path I just knew recently, 

Confidently you think I’ve known it all my life. 

At the end

I wish I’d thought twice. 

Problem is I go too far, 

And without looking back. 

I believe in love without limits, 

Without reservations. 

I don’t mind if I get lost, 

What is love if not forgetting one self in a world of fantasy?

At the end I can’t find my way back, 

I’m lost even to my own self. 

© poetry-academe

This is one of the poems in my recent published poetry Journal. If you haven’t read the journal, I insist you do 😊😊