love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Dark Winter

I remember what happened
after I lost 
my love,
my life of dark winter
without passion or depth
fizzled out
drifting me in black mood.

I need
respect,
more than love.

My split morality.
I guess I feel love
and violence
in me.

Love and hate
are honest feelings
that life
demands in her own voice
and power.

A desire to protect
is love.

You were in love
with love,
but not me.

How brave
I think you are
to be in love.

To be free and easy
is beautiful,
I have a supreme belief
in love
and in life.

I want
to show you
what love is.

Isn't it beautiful?
I love living
slightly more
on an ordinary morning.