More Then Love Poem by Kevin Patrick

More Then Love



It's called love, when all there is, is a soft smooth surface reflecting the illusion
Of pretty lies
Fools loves a glossy, sugar coating of hallmark pleasent sentiments
It's fantasy with diabetes
Most want a surface without any meaning
Yet I'd rather dive to deeper depths
To reach a truer feeling


I will see you, not as who you pretend to be but who you really are.
Drop the mask, peel off the veil, quit the role, you always perform
It's never your performance im looking for.


I will see you, when you can't see yourself,
When the storms of your mind have blinded your perceptions.

I will walk into your valleys of darkness and cradle the night in which you are lost in. Seeing the light that you cannot see

I will bury myself into the trenchlines of your raw nerves, feeling the pain of the razorblade bleeding your soul.

I can navigate the landmines of your mind, know where the bombs are planted, dance across your psyche like a board of snakes and ladders, and reach the finishing line.

I know what the killer looks like beneath the mask, watch the horror movie of yourself and never flinch. I've the locket to the diary of all your little secrets. The dark and twisted thoughts you hide out of fear and shame. But I will keep them locked and not condemn you for how you feel.



I will ride shotgun with you in the fires of hell, because I know you'll make the best company.





It's more then love to find someone
on the same frequency
To find someone in tune to your own lunacy

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