Shapeshifting Love
How the focus of love and reflection are always evolving, and how the forms they take aren't always what you expected.
I remember the beginning
Getting lost in each other's eyes
For seconds or hours
It did not make a difference
We were home
Where did that go?
What the fuck happened?
How was that wrong?
How did we let it go?
Was I even there?
I loved you too much, or too little
Never enough nor the right time
I gave you everything I was willing to give
You needed what was unwilling to go
Changing my entire being for you
Always remaining the same
A gun to your head
Please love me forever
Gripping until the breath escapes your lungs
And the cage of your ribs gives way
Fumbling the light you gave
Nurturing nothing, lost in a cave
Darkness swallows entirely
Forgetting you are there to guide me
Blame is not fair to place
On myself in full
Yet I know I am nothing worth
Revisiting in theory alone
Conceptually I was perfect
Botched execution
Once twin flames
Journeying without the other
Is the lasting legacy
Accepting how love forms new shapes
I still see your face in everything
A kin to blindness
Seeing nothing; except what you refuse to face
Letting what we were spiral windward
Clearing way for the echoes; that find myself
Coming back is no easy task
When was I last vibrant?
Only vacant, yet no vacancy
There was no space for you to rest your head
No space for who I am
Clearing out the cobwebs, incomplete
Sweeping out the lies and defeat
I will be whole one day
Then I will love
Myself
About the Creator
Curtis Woodcock
Adhd diagnosed individual squandering all of his potential due to low dopamine and the never-ending chase for it. Working on understanding my own bullshit.
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