You cannot have me, and another lover. It cannot be done. You cannot love me from a far;
from here
nor there. Not
with a goat; or a mouse. On a boat nor in a house.
You have to take me
entirely, completely and fully within. You are not a welcome observer. Not an invited guest. Your luke warm love for me
has created inside of my heart
an awful mess. I have to remind myself every single day; you don't love me. Not, how I know of love to be.
Singl-ly.
Whole-ly.
When I am at my best performance.
Or at my very worst: mean, impatient or annoyed.
I know love, to be fully present, to be fully aware. I know love, to not be afraid. You don't love me; you probably never did.
Go away; leave me be.
Walk off and turn your back to me.
Your love destroys and kills.
Buries, hides and covers.....Your love loves me.
1 comment:
Letting go is a terribly hard thing to do. There are always those questions in the back of your head.
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