My Love is such sadness.
It lives in my tears,
In my pain,
In my wants and needs.
My love hopes and dreams,
Longs and pleads.
It is an emotion
Twisted by fate.
But with no coincidences and
No mistakes.
It has a life of its own
It grows and dies.
It lives and breathes
And suffocates my heart.
Sometimes it is warm and tender
Sometimes cold and hard.
It speaks to my soul in tender words
And then destroys me with silence.
My love expects too much
And settles for too little.
It betrays me at times,
And then returns home, head hanging in shame.
It gives itself away
Without my permission
And then in stubborn rebellion
Withholds itself even from me.
Such a convoluted emotion
With a will of its own
And a determination to survive at all costs in spite of me
And sometimes because of me.
But it always remains hopeful,
Waiting to be shared.
Wanting to be accepted and returned in kind,
maybe someday, I tell it, maybe…
I have shared most, if not all, these feelings. I do, though, believe in love and am so glad now that I did not give up!
LikeLiked by 1 person