Poema - Dislove

Translated version of original poem Desamor

Written in Portuguese :))

Dislove is like a closed bridge that you don't wanna cross.

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DISLOVE

The opposite of Love isn't hate

but it is also not fear

and also not apathy,

The opposite of love is Dislove

A new category

Love is when your love overflows

from the bottom to the surface

Dislove is when its flesh doesnt transport

What used to before transport

But in itself transforms

into Dislove

that is not fear, nor apathy, nor hate

It is simply taking away from the podium

what used to look me from the top

But maybe I didn't even love

I just knew how to hide

or choose

without even understanding

the cards i had under my sleeve

Because love is looking into the eyes

and my love had no eyes to me

and now what's left is Dislove

That isnt the opposite of apathy, hate or fear

And maybe the biggest secret

is that Dislove

is very close

to unconditional love

because even in Dislove

there still is

And old element that there before was found

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This poem was written during a game with my cousin where we drew random words, and each of us had to write a poem using the chosen words. There were 3 mandatory words and 1 optional word. For this particular poem, the mandatory words were Category, Sleeve, and Transport, and the optional word was Flesh.

My cousin’s poem won’t be shared here, but it was beautiful as well.