Nighttime Confessions

You asked me

How I felt about

All that is and was

Torn around us.

What love looks

Like when through

My eyes I’ve witnessed

Broken attempts.

I lifted my head

Took a sip of cheap wine

And looked you in the eyes.

What I know is this,

There is love and there

Is reality.

Rarely in the views of

Mankind are they intertwined.

The reality is that to find

Love you have to be okay

Without it.

Be self sufficient

Because love isn’t medication

It will not sustain you

Carry your own fucking weight

It isn’t hard to own yourself.

What is hard is relying on

Everyone else to

Because they won’t,

They’ll fail and all you’ll

Ever know of ‘love’

Is being dropped;

Is becoming more broken.

Love is not in emotion,

Love cannot feel hurt

You feel hurt because

The absence of pure adoration,

But I guess for most it’s easier to say

You fell out of love

Then to admit you never knew what it was.

I love dangerously.

If you invite me to love you

Then I will not let you sit on

Your flaws

I will throw your own potential

At you until we’ve wrung out

The useless nuisance of

Self doubt and excuses

And I can only hope

That you would do the same

For me.

Love does not always look like

Acceptance and agreeing,

It sometimes is the eyes

We ourselves cannot find

To become stronger.

Because the only thing

Love can and ever will be

Is wellbeing.

And we, we are whole all

By ourselves and that

Is why I think we chose

Each other

Because I don’t need you

And you don’t need me

But we want it.

And come what may

Whatever the weather

I know that we

Can sustain ourselves,

But together

And that is what I believe in.

Love.