Redux
I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.
My heart wrapped around yours for safekeeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.
Am I privileged or are you?
Originally posted September 30, 2018, on I Write Her.
Redux
The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.
I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.
Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?
Maybe I was wrong?
Originally posted September 27, 2018, on I Write Her.
it starts as if a fantasy
every box checked
he’s perfect
don’t you know
slowly…
deliberately…
it becomes a trap
from which you
can’t escape
easily
you become disabled
in the head
so you’ll stay
out of need
still thinking it’s love
but knowing something’s off
the courage and independence
fighting to be recognized
that’s not love
it’s a cage
mistook nice
as being invested
mistook attentive
for genuine care
but the details of todays
are boring
the atmosphere thick
with silence
the possibilities become a dead end
relationship blues
twenty years hemming, hawing
death would be kinder
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I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.
My heart wrapped around yours for safekeeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.
Am I privileged or are you?
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The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.
I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.
Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?
Maybe I was wrong?
I Write Her 