My greatest fear, a love unreturned,
A fire within, yet a heart left burned.
I love so hard, it’s a trait I bear,
But walking away? That’s my despair.
I stay, even when I’m torn apart,
Even when hate tries to guard my heart.
But hate’s a mask, a tired disguise,
It’s exhaustion that lingers, behind my eyes.
Exhausted from giving, receiving so little,
Ignoring the flaws, caught in the middle.
They nitpick my soul while I hold theirs whole,
Chasing a love that swallows me whole.
They turn away, but glance to see,
If I’m still waiting, still tethered, still me.
And every time, I’m there again,
Bound by love, enduring the pain.
But when I leave, it’s not to teach,
It’s the lesson learned, a painful reach.
I see the truth: they’ll never see,
The value in all that’s poured from me.
I won’t adjust my heart’s demands,
To fit their cold, ungrateful hands.
I choose instead to face their absence,
Than bend and break for fleeting fragments.
I’ve learned to love from far away,
To choose myself, to find my way.
It’s a bitter pill, this truth I’ve known,
But it’s the seed from which I’ve grown.
I fear the fall, the wrong embrace,
The cycle of love that tests my grace.
To build a foundation for someone else,
While I’m left yearning, beside myself.
But I dream of the day I’ll stand and see,
The finished structure, built with me.
Beside my person, hand in hand,
Love reciprocated, finally grand.
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