(working on something a little different than my usual... inspired by SWF)
I thought I knew how to
love – it seemed so easy once.
Simply allow myself to fall completely.
Surrender to someone else, assimilate. Vanish.
I did this (far too long).
Accepted fault for things not done;
Diminished flaws and ignored grave wrongs.
Now, I know. That wasn’t love.
I’d died many times for falsehoods,
would still be dead right now.
Because pretending to be – not being –
Is not living as I ought.
But then he found me. Broken.
(And taught me to repair myself.)
Love does not require letting go.
I’m better with him than without,
Been reintroduced to myself, I admit.
Encouraged to become so much more
than I’d allowed myself to try.
And through his acceptance came empowerment.
I feel his love surrounding. Supporting.
It’s something amazing to finally see
that with him, I become more … me.