Red frisbee

A Poem by Trapped

Love is a frisbee, waiting to be thrown.

Why
Does
It hurt
So much
To be
In love?
I stand by,
Watching,
As the world
Crumbles
To dust.
My control,
My joystick controlling myself,
Permanently locked in restraint mode,
Has now been broken.
Restraint has been lost.
People see my tears,
Falling like a waterfall
That has been contained for years.
I feel love
In so many new ways
And in so many new places.
It’s unbalanced
And unbelievably
Familiar.
Though,
It shouldn’t be
Since I
Have given up
On the word
“Love”
For the longest time.
I painted a picture of fate on myself
That differed
From
The truth.
It hurt
A lot
To have the red frisbee
Of love
Thrown out for someone to take,
Only to have it returned to my feet,
Cracked and broken.
So I
Solemnly swear
To care
For you,
For as long
As my heart
Continues to beat.
Only because
You
Were the only person
To catch my frisbee
And for me
To catch
Yours.