With an uneasy mind
Torn between: this and that
The area that makes up the fine line
Perfection. Precision. Passion
These are the things that keep her at ease
Curiosity. Craving. Conspiracy
These are the things that keep her idle mind
Conflicted and constricted
Close but never jumping of the cliff of insanity
“Who will ever love me, for how I love them?”
Her love is like rushing water unable to freeze
Unable to be restricted, never kept in a box
Always overlooked but kept on the watch
Kept on the look out, everyone wants her love
The love they yearn, they crave
She is willing to give, willingly
Her love is not understood
So they envy it and don’t acknowledge it
But use it as a blueprint for acknowledgment
A rare commodity that has no explanation
That has no end nor beginning
Pure and praised
Praised and pure
“You’re mine but am I yours?”
Do you appreciate me for who I am?
for who I’ve been!
for what I am?
for what I’ve been?
Can you appreciate the progress?
Can you appreciate the process?
Can you promise me, the more I love
you won’t love less?
Because I am at a crossroads
I’ve been hidden for one to many times
And my love is running dry
The love I give, they take with them
Just to end with me, to start with someone else
“Why haven’t I stopped loving you ask?”
Because I believe in love when love doesn’t believe in itself.
I hold its standard higher than the highest expectation
I crave it, bask in it
Because love is unapologetic
Raw, uncut, uneasy
Hard to swallow, hard to fathom
I pray for love and I pray for love
I pray I get what I reciprocate to love
I pray I get the one that embodies it
Never harvest it, but always expresses it
Never neglects it, but protects it
Never shames it, but praises it
Never ignores it, but attends to it
Never blind to it, but always has eyes for it
Never lets me forget
that at the crossroads
I chose the path of love
And not the one of regret
Because I knew that path
Would have all my expectations met