Swerve (Poem)

Love is not a one-way street
And it’s not a linear line that checks every box it seeks

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love overlooks all that is blind

Love is like a mirror
that shatters in heartache

Then picks up the pieces
and turns glass into plates

Of armor so indestructible
An undeniable force
A light that makes the day seem like a redundant, passing thought

Love is not a one way street
headed for a collision course

Love is that thing that makes you swerve
when you’re headed for the worst