about a love

Teach me to love.
Yes, that's an honest request for space.
Oh, it's hard to even pronounce.
We are so sophisticated and so passionate and such wonderful lovers.
And we loved so much and we go crazy so passionately. Yes, I love you, dear, of course.
And I can turn into a dried-up bush from hyper jealousy - don't even doubt my love.
But that's not it.
Don't give me the Kama Sutra, I have this instruction manual for acrobatics.

Admitting that you've never been able to love and have never loved anyone.
That's a crushing blow to your pride
But I'm a member of a fight club and now, like a real boxer, I knocked myself out:
You've never been able to love.
You just don't know this feeling.
No, dear, your hormonal surges and hot flashes are not it either.
Don't be proud, you have nothing to be proud of either.

Did you hear yourself? This hit was to the pride - damn narcissist.
But you never even loved yourself.
I protest!

Referee, the beating of the prone athlete continues in the ring!

He hit himself on the head with a chair. This is not wrestling after all!

And I have never met people in my life who know how to love.
This is a terrible understanding.
Yes, your seven nervous children do not prove the opposite.
Some other feeling has always been hidden under this word.
Are we children born without love?
So this feeling does not exist here at all?

Weegee, then everything is simple - we will find paradise,
we will get through, steal this state and run away.
You really have the habits of a burglar.
This word is easily pronounced, but few are its bearers.
It is difficult to theorize
And, yes, we are not talking about paradise, it is in the other direction.

Do we need to get to hell?
And here we do not have to go far.
Why does such a beautiful abstract idea acquire some features of a scam?
And do you really want to know the answer?

Ouija, this level of revelation is too high even for me.
Oh, that's because you are a dishonest person and always lie about the opposite.
Refey, it seems like you killed a boxer here.
I feel unwell.
This is not a confession we are having.
You must admit the fact that you have never loved anyone
Because you don't know how.

A set of feelings familiar to you can be placed in emoji emoticons.
Of course, they won't admit it, but what do you care.
So it's a skill?
And among other things.
You don't have it.
You are made up of other feelings.
You are full of fear and calculation, but you have no feeling of love.
You have never loved anyone.
Go and apologize to everyone for your deception.
Forget the word we hunt for feelings.

Am I now a hunter with a gun in the bushes?
Where are the ducks sitting?
You've learned a bunch of useless skills but haven't learned how to capture feelings.
The term capture just scares me.
Really? Don't flirt.
If I give you a red cardboard heart, will that be it?
No.

Can I show you a heart with my fingers?
It's a type of energy and you don't have it.
You have fear but no love.
I've stopped understanding.

No, ma'am, I'm repeating your hormonal surges and sweating in different places
is not what we're talking about.
I know that you're great at portraying passion and tenderness,
but we're not doing an external, but an internal examination here.
Please curtsy.
Oh, well, my eyes are like X-rays that's why I rarely look in the mirror.
Ouija, what kind of nonsense is this?

This is a wild idea, really.
Isn't it easier to call anything love and be satisfied with that?
Well, we're putting a life lived in vain on the line and it's better for us to win.
Are you claiming crystal honesty?
I'm not so sure about that anymore.

How can I level out the weight of all my psychological injuries today.
I think my nose is broken and a tooth is knocked out.
Give me an antibacterial patch.

By the way, poems about love are written completely differently.
Yeah?
And read carefully what they're really about.
And you'll understand what you were talking about.

I'm even more tired than before.
And congrats
Those who cast such a glance, not all even survived.