Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Vulnerable Curiosity

Love was simple but
it felt
like a jumbled
vulnerable curiosity
and I was utterly without will.

In her heart
the strange potency
she felt
a sudden flame of wonder
only to be near him.

I'm romantic
but 
no love conquers all.

I am better alone
I think,
an eclectic coffee table
stacked with books,
I feel more vulnerable to this
than to any lover.

Dream together
of beautiful lives,
in a relationship
half crazy
with passionate love.

I am
a paranoid romantic.

I feared
he was my universe.
My life.
He held a strange weight
that must possess me
entirely.

I feel as if I
did go
mad in love.

I don't feel like
you needed, or wanted
to love.

I hope you will live
an interesting life and I hope
you will write
exactly as you think -
with love.