They fall in love differently...

The young, the needy, the hurt

Youth will taste of bubblegum kisses

Under the blessing of the moon

Hotter than the August humidity

Holding hands in naive nuzzling

Guzzling every elicit and explicit hour

Believing all begins and ends

In each other's eyes

The Needy find a lifeline tossed

A sturdy anchoring to safe harbor

Building nesteggs and making omelets

Steadying themselves for tomorrow

Against the pillar of promises

They hope are kindly kept

Having someone to stand beside

When they are besides themselves

Sometimes settling for some compromise

Watching for an opened umbrella

Under cloudy skies

The Hurt seek shelter

In the cavern of someone eles

Barely breathing their breathless desire

To be a voice heard by anyone

Other than the wind

They trade-in, trade-off,

But rarely trade-up

Stuck in the silence of another Sunday

Spent reading separate sections of the New York Times

Wishing they remembered what drew them together

Not knowing what tears them apart

Susan Lacovara

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-young-the-needy-the-hurt/