"It's complicated."
She sat in the middle
Of my living room,
In the middle of my
Life's debris, reading
A book.
"What's complicated?"
I asked, I always had
A problem called
Curiosity.
Looking up for a second,
Before returning to her book,
"Everything.
Everything is complicated,"
She said, matter-of-factly.
I felt the beginnings of
A deep conversation
And I wondered if
I was prepared to go
To a place she knew
Very well.
I was not prone to
Heavy thoughts, I
Left philosophy to the
Likes of Socrates, Plato
And her,
The woman
Who would wear
A top that skimmed
Her hips with nothing
But panties while
Reading Nietzsche.
"Everything is complicated
Because we can't handle
Simple."
She decided to take
The reins and lead me
Down the path.
"We can't imagine that
Life is simple so we
Tell ourselves that it's
Complicated."
She caught my interest
So I sat down to listen.
"If given the choice
Between simple and
Complex, we always
Choose complex.
We love a problem to
Solve."
"What is a problem
You are trying to solve,"
I asked.
She looked up
And leveled her
Gaze with mine,
"I'm trying to figure
Out how to stop
Loving you."
She was right,
She was always right.
It is complicated.
13 comments:
Wow.... I'm trying to figure out how to stop loving you..... Godamn....
Great read... shaking my head... poignant.
we cant handle simple...that is profound...i will carry that one with me today...
as to stopping loving you...yep that is complicated...once its in you...hard to get out...def makes the relationship complicated as well...
very intriguing write...
complicated? glad i'm simple. :-) come by, poet.
Oh wow that is helluva an amazing closing line, I was completely drawn in brilliant
Oh! My! Goodness! Fantastic import in this conversation. I am gob-smacked. This is just so good!
Very good ending ~ It can be simple but we make everything complicated, smiles ~
She of the shirt and panties speaks a lot of truth. Seems humans get antsy when there isn't a problem to be solved and will go to great lengths to create one. Needless to say, I loved this!
This is so well done!
When loving someone is causing a problem,one always finds a way out, usually by destroying it.
Kimolisa, from the image matching your words about her manner of dress to the "how to stop loving you," this took my breath away. Rarely do we see the truly philosophical in the blogs, and damn, you captured the cipher that is not only this woman, but love in general. I admire you. Amy
I empathize with your friend Kimolisa, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. Excellent writing, Moskowitz
"Everything is complicated
Because we can't handle
Simple." Exactly, like we complicate love also because we fail simply love; all the time trying to reason every thing.
This is so good........ the last line say it all.... You cant stop loving ur mom ever...... even whn she has been cruel to u
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