I have a fair few “Love” poems in my repertoire about being out of love and yearning for love.  Here’s another “love” poem which doesn’t describe love at all.

It’s one thing to tell someone you love them, but on observing actions, it doesn’t look or feel like love.  I was in a relationship where I was constantly in the wrong, my partner complained about my very essence but still made plans to have a future with me…….. on his terms.  For the relationship to succeed, I would have to change, be different and let go of things and people I valued.  He called this love.