Untitled Love Poem
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The thought of never knowing true love breaks my heart in a way no ex-lover has. I’m a moth who falls for the lamp of lust as if it is the moon. I always start with good intentions and then fall for close enough. I know I have God but I’m selfish. I crave tangible love. I want to touch and be touched in return. But I’m learning to crave more. After the desolation of my hope, I am healing. I’m seeking to educate myself on the totality of love. Fear might blur my vision, but I will know what love isn’t. Love isn’t just a feeling, it’s more of a choice. Love isn’t going to make me shrink myself, love will make me grow and bloom into something more beautiful than I already. Love isn’t easy. It takes effort. Like learning love languages and becoming fluent in them. Yearning for love isn’t bad but it feels bad trying to rush the timing. Especially when I believe that my destined love is divine. But uncertainty curbs my chill and makes me wish I could change the sands of time. Life is bigger than love. Just because you aren’t in a relationship doesn’t mean you’re losing. It’s not a competition. You just have to run your race. And God willing, one day, I will have love face to face.