real love

real love
my room is bare but for a candle
in the corner and hope burns there
it’s burning low, nowhere to go
think i’ll kick it over and start a fire
my head is full but for the spaces
i can go when i escape the need to
be someone, love someone
have a child inside
some of us find it,
some run behind it
the lucky ones usually crush or bind it
see it’s mostly too much
or not enough real love
my book is open, tells a story
of a heroine who dies for glory
when she threw herself
into loves sea
like the whale throws himself
onto loves shore
didn’t want to swim anymore
if i had the recipe
i would cook all day
if i knew the words
i would tell the tale
the ending would read
of a love that was free
of the misery, of the misery
ch repeat