The saddest thing to think is where did the love go… Two people fade away and it’s like nothing ever existed in the first place. It’s like looking at death in its face knowing that you keep fighting to live but it’s going to still proceed to fall off the face of the earth. Or like having a beautiful bouquet of flowers and while almost all of them are blooming and flourishing… you have that one that will not absorb the sunlight and allow the water to hydrate it. How did we get away from love? The thought of not repeating the same mistake twice almost scares me because that mistake is about to be repeated twice. But then we count those as lessons, further interpret them as blessings but yet here we are again…repeating.
Repeating what we thought was love. Repeating what we considered worthy enough. I keep repeating this shit and I constantly keep wondering what am I missing. What am I not learning? Why does this same battle keep finding its way to me? I gain that high peak of happiness…. Then I meet you. What I thought contributed to my happiness. A spirit so beautiful that life just doesn’t seem complete if it does not have you in it. The person that gets me. Wait… who I thought gets me. I share my goals, my dreams, my fears, my scars, wounds, and bruises. I share the most sacred part of me. But you really don’t get me. I share my energy with you sexually…. The most sacred part of me… and you destroy it every time you get a part of me. You can’t even read me. You really can’t see me. Strip me of everything I have on and you literally still can’t see me. Why I am fighting this battle again? For a 4 letter word that we begin to hate when start to feel like we went through hell just to hear 4 letters and one syllable?
I can see you though. I see your scars. I see your wounds. I see those bruises. I see you. I just keep admiring you. Admiring or Analyzing? Analyzing the fact that there is someone who’s hurting inside but will never admit it? Admiring that you’d try your best to make someone else happy even if it means forgetting to make yourself happy? Crazy about a 4 letter word, with countless interpretations, one thing that you desire to feel but can deeply end up regretting… How did we get away from love?
