We Wanted Love

Note: Another poem I wrote around last year of August. They're always personal because poetry for me is my way of venting, or expressing, my daily life and my own thoughts in a healthy way. Sometimes it's inspiration from songs though. I should probably just start a mini journal series of everything I've written so far just because there's a good chunk of it that can be turned into Poetry.

P.S. This poem was inspired while I was listening to "newsong" by the Japanese band Tacica. The English translation is beautiful and it kind of helped me process a couple of things around last year. An interesting thing to note is that the song was written for Japan after the 2011 Tsunami had devastated them and to keep pressing on through that wreckage even a couple years later.

"We Wanted Love" posted on 03/10/2025, 12:18AM PDT.

So many nights you've waited for one person, a single person, to notice the loneliness that you have willingly forced yourself to sit in. Quite stubbornly we've waved our fists at the answer, why?

Both of us were lonely children that became lonely adults and until we came to the place of love, when we understood love, did we finally try to grasp onto anything that came fleetingly into our lives.

Love and companionship were something that we pushed away and now knowing it's weight, we sought to ground ourselves with it.

Without an understanding of the importance, it was something easy to scorn, to put it on the back burner until it became forgotten like an old blanket from a childhood that's long since passed.

Oh, what made us lose sight of it all in the first place?

And when it was grasped, it had a familiar scent that was like anew. Time hadn't changed it's uniqueness but time had changed us, giving us a new view of what it all meant since the beginning.

Ahh, after all the distortions of love, after life itself happened to us...Is love worth it all? We wondered to ourselves, "Is love worthy of us and our efforts?"

How foolish we were! The sad nostalgia almost makes me feel warm recalling all the nights that young child kept praying for someone to share their heart with.

With hands held outwards, it was easy for us to ask and even harder to hold onto that request in our hearts as we grew up.

I wondered when I looked back, worn out by life like an old shoe. Love and companionship, "What is all the fuss?"

Seeing me in the mirror and finally understanding it's importance, Has it brought that child of today any closer to their wish?

Please, now that we understand give us the strength to seek that familiar, new scent.