A Rational Poem About the Emotion of Love

I don’t often write about love
I’ve felt it
had it slap me around
here and there
but I’ve found the feeling
of romantic love
able to be boiled down
to sexual attraction
plus familiarity

a strong feeling it is
you can still love someone
while they tear you apart
maintain that sense of deep affection in your veins
like a deviled drug
as it sucks you through the pipes
of a sewage life
I’ve felt that kind of love
I can think about how
I’ve never been more miserable
in my entire life
still look at a picture of your outline
and feel my heart skip a beat
that feeling
some might describe as
but now that I know
exactly what the feeling is
I can look into it
feel it
only for a moment
before I give it up
instead of feebly give in.
I fly right back to my mind
the one which can rationalize
I pay attention to the voice inside
you know the one
it says
“you shouldn’t do this”
“maybe that’s not a good idea”
I sit and I listen
every time I do
things improve
I yearn to wake up
next to someone
who feeds my mind
their presence a boon to my body’s health
instead of tearing it apart
I ache not for someone who makes me feel something strong
but for someone who makes me feel better
I wait
for the voice inside my head
to align
with the fierceness of my heart
to form an inseparable bond
more substantial
than a mere
Jason Brendel
Jason Brendel

Jason Brendel is an author, poet, and comedian living in Austin, Texas. Navigate the buttons below to follow him on social media, make a donation, or purchase his collection of laugh-out-loud poetry on Amazon.

16 thoughts on “A Rational Poem About the Emotion of Love

  1. “I ache, not for someone who makes me feel something strong, but for someone who makes me feel better”

    Yes. And it is a painful sort of learning that leads us to this knowledge. Glad you’re on the other side now.

    Great writing!

      1. Thanks 😀 I’m glad to be back!

        “Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

        And also, from one of my favorite authors, Jim Butcher – whom you may like, if you don’t mind wizard detectives… and lots of ass ;), “Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind – graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. 

        And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life.

        Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.

        Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”

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