(Poem) 5/20/22

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Love isn't a strong word
But a strange one
When one says it
I can only hope that they mean it whole heartedly
And if they don't, if they can't truly showcase 
the meaning of love
It wasn't my fault, nor yours
Nor was it there's, really
but a team effort
Healing also means taking responsibility for the role you play in your own suffering
Whether we initiated said suffering or not
we allowed it to happen
and now we feel trapped
because our backs have been stabbed in
grasping a concept we found in a trash can
picking it up
dusting it off
because it deserves a new name
one chock full of purity but instead we gave it fame
we've established the same
patterns,
which is we're we corrupted the ideal
conforming it to reveal the ugly that never healed
we we're wrong
that kind of game is really dangerous
on the plane surface we were fine
but the spite turned to be traitorous
"love hurts"
but it really never had to
the love we need is past due
notice me saying 'we'
because I fucked up and have to
Built myself for love that I never should've attached to
Though I did,
Because I'm human and it happens
Somehow I'm always trapped in the fountain that never had it
But I'm fine
Love, I really really hate you
You sent me in a tunnel and never turned the light on
so I left
And I will not be returning
There is a love I have to find in myself
immeasurable
Infinite

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