So many people try to write of love when they don’t really understand it. Maybe trying to put love on paper is a fool’s errand. Maybe we’re all fools for attempting to confine it to something limited, like language.But we have to try. Continue reading
To The One Who Loved Me More:
I am truly sorry for
The pain I put you through-
But, my dear, I knew
It was cruel to pretend.
And so I brought the end
Of you and me,
But I paid dearly
For the pain I brought you.
Because then I fell into…
The One Who Loved Me Less-
Who, I confess
R i p p e d me right apart,
Properly abused my heart.
Thought love was a fun play
Until the curtain fell away-
And it all became much too real,
So he shut off how to feel
And no one ever knew
The loneliness he put me through.
But, to More and Less:
I wish you the best,
I hope that life is kind
And that one day you both find
The One You Love the Same-
It is an exit to the game.
Joy comes with loving equally,
I have finally come to see
And found myself, and so I pray
You will find your Same someday
It is an end you both have earned:
To be loved the way that your love burned
most people are
barely scratching the surface,
a quick and fleeting
hardly serves a purpose.
but [you] are the slice
that cuts so deep
it takes years just to scar,
I grow n u m b
to the pains.
yes, you are the wound
that, in time, is fine
on most days,
but still aches
deep in my bones
when it rains.
to be heavenly bodies-
beings of f.i.r.e.,
posed to inspire
to offer light
in the night
to be the sun–
making life sweet
and it burned
when I learned
what you are.
now, the glow
just before i.m.p.l.o.s.i.o.n.,
just before e x p l o s i o n
just before the [black hole]
destroys its neighbors
to leave the sky in scars.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.” ― Sophocles
Don’t blame love.
Love didn’t make you cry, loss did. Being ripped apart from something that meant a lot to you without your consent. Realizing that the things you wanted for the future will not come to pass, even the things you didn’t realize you wanted. The acceptance of living without. That’s what made you cry.
Love didn’t cut you to the bone, cruelty did. Harsh words from someone you held in high regard. The act of dropping you and moving on as if you meant nothing to them. The casual manner in which they continue, pretending that they didn’t just rip through your life like a hurricane. That’s what hurt you to the core.
Love didn’t make you second-guess yourself, the belief that you’re not good enough did. The crazy thought that because you weren’t appreciated in one instance you won’t be in any other. The notion that you can’t possibly measure up to expectation. That’s what stole your confidence.
Love didn’t make you gain weight, or lose weight, or cut your hair or binge-drink, uncertainty did. The feeling that your whole world was rocked because something you thought was so sure turned out to be anything but. The idea that the foundation you stood on is capable of crumbling. That’s what put you in a spiral.
Love didn’t let you down. Love didn’t punch you in the stomach. Love didn’t hurt you, or betray you.
Love made you laugh. It made you feel invincible and safe. It made you feel at home. It lifted you up.
Love is all of the best parts of your life. It’s family and friends and the reassurance that someone else out there knows what you’re going through. It’s inside jokes and glasses of wine and funny voicemails and stupid text messages.
If you never loved anything, you might never truly feel the pain of loss. But don’t blame love for your heartbreak- whether it came by way of breakup, death, rejection or fate. Love didn’t hurt you on purpose. Someone or something may have, but it wasn’t love.
When you give up on love you give up on life. You give up the possibility of everything that is worth having, feeling and doing.
So- love without regret or shame. Realize that when your world is turned upside-down, it’s never love’s fault. When you’re happy, recognize all of the love in your life.
Know that whatever else happens, love is what makes it all worth it.
they used to
now they whisper
“I felt wise and cynical as all hell.” -Sylvia Plath
This is how you lose them:
The same way you fall in love: not all at once, but piece by piece.
You don’t lose him the day you break up, but in the days and weeks before. You don’t lose her with what you’ve done, but with what you haven’t.
You lose her when you make a casual remark that cuts her down and you don’t notice in the slightest. You lose him when you start to assume he’ll always be there. When you stop telling her about the little things in your day that make you happy, angry, sad.
You lose him when you start to send those ‘good morning’ texts less and less. You lose her when you stop calling her by that nickname you came up with two years ago.
Suddenly, you’re taking her for granted. You’re showing him slowly but surely, through cancelled plans and unanswered messages, that he’s no longer the priority.
One day you’re listening to the radio and a heartbreak song hits a little too close to home. You finally understand the lyric that never really made sense before. You’re losing her.
One day you’re with him and you realize that he’s no longer excited to be talking to and spending time with you. Another piece falls away.
You’ve lost her when things start to seem forced, when she becomes an obligation. You’ve lost him when you realize you’re sleeping in the same bed but further apart than ever.
You lose her when you fail to tell her what you want, what you need. Where you want to be. You lose him when you stop asking.
You lose them when you don’t try any more, because every relationship, every friendship requires some effort, some maintenance. You lose them when you don’t care enough to make them feel wanted.
Yes, you lose them the exact same way you fell in love with them- you do it day by day, week by week, until you wake up and suddenly wonder when it all started and how you got here.
This is how you keep them:
You say “I love you” every day, and mean it.
when my heart
/b r e a k i n g/
left to do
and your name
a dirty word.
Be careful with your words, my dear
Be careful with your sighs
Be careful with confessions,
omissions and your lies
Be conscious of your promises
Your encouragements and s m i l e s,
Be wary of the kindness
That is hurting all the while
Take caution with your lips, my dear
Your truths are full of dust
From the disuse of a month, a year-
And I’m all out of t.r.u.s.t.
Your foolish words are empty, dear
You know this to be true
And if you do not take more care
They’ll all catch on to you
the great joy