Poetry & Art

The man who didn’t learn love in his lifetime

I’ve had past partners accuse me of selfishness, and I’m aware of my faults. You’ve taught me how to disconnect and protect my heart, I preferred lovers who burned me – a sadistic nature to love someone who reminds me of you. Making this realization, I’ve grown to turn away from the triggers rather than run towards them. I will eventually forgive you, I’m trying, I’m trying to let go. I’m trying to not hate you for not loving me the way I wanted, for hurting me, and making me believe it was my own fault for having expectations – maybe it was. But through it all, you’ve given me strength in learning to live without you, the ability to recognize what didn’t want in a partner, not feeling obligated to stick around for the people, and the compassion for a man who didn’t learn love in his lifetime.

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by Lumina Adams

I write to process, to heal, to move through life with a little bit of grace, to stop living in my head, to find power in vulnerability - thankfully with editing tools, unlike real life.

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