Labels

 A little sticker you put on your emotions. 

We label things, 

because we just don't know what to do with them. 

We label our gender, 

sexuality

and how many people can receive our love. 

Male, female, trans, non-conforming, other, or none. 

Gay, straight, ace, pan, bi 

Monogamous or Polyamorous. 

There's a label that exists because, 

in our tumultuous world we need something to be certain

other than our uncertainty. 

In love, we want things to be easy, 

defined, 

so that our feelings don't have room to become uncertain

or hurt. 

Certainty prevents a certain scarring. 

Sure, certainty can mean a finite thing. 

The end of a relationship, 

as well as the start of one. 

Sometimes we aren't ready to hear what that certainty is, 

but we still ask for the label. 

We need labels, 

but what happens when one, or both, aren't ready to give those labels. 

We just wait and see, 

hoping one makes the move 

or that one doesn't. 

I want something finite with you. 

The effortless way I have come to love, 

is something I want to feel everyday. 

it's boring without you.