When Love Was Not Enough
I take the time every morning to look at my reflection in the mirror as I prepare for the day
I speak to myself, so calmly, as I glance into different periods of my life
I proceed with my session of self reflection, parting my lips to ask:
You have so much love to give, don’t you?
The kind of love that would make anyone feel that they’re in heaven
A love so divine that it defies the concept of time
as it never depreciates, like all things eventually would
The type of love that everybody looks for, what they dream of
So gentle, fluffy, caring, romantic
Only second to a mother’s,
This is the love that heals wounds,
The potential that I see in you
once I hear of your story, I want to treat yours and give you reason to be hopeful again
I want to help you to be whole
You are deserving of this
I want you to be healthy, and happy
I want to relieve you from this world that causes so much pain and provide you with an escape to another
And that world leads to different timelines and universes where we also exist as our love extends far beyond human understanding
As you indulge, you smile more often, as do I
I become the highlight of your days,
and the moonlight that shines upon your face
I pour into your cup, endlessly
I have gallons and gallons to give
and as each moment passes, you need less bandages
Your wounds start to close and you begin to stand on your own
Such an amazing sight, as it was a combination of my love, your willingness to receive that love, and desire to move forward that resulted in this
but one day, you unexpectedly slide your hand over the cup, preventing me from pouring anymore
I try to pour despite this being the case, and the fluid representing my love falls to the floor
You won’t budge…
Despite the words that come from my mouth
The touch from my hands to yours
The gifts that I bear to show how important you truly are
The wounds from your traumatic past begin to open up again and the bandages that we no longer needed have regained their purpose
You relapse back into the darkness as if you have built immunity to my light
I give you a few days, then come back to pour, hoping that you’re receptive
Your condition had gotten worse, and I am now lost on what to do
It seems that my love provided temporary healing, though it was not enough to eliminate the issues at hand
My love was not enough to make you feel that you’re enough, but I learn that that is something that you have to convince yourself of
My love was not enough to heal your wounds, but I learn that your love is the only cure for this
My love could not make you love me as I love you,
My love could not convince you that the happiness that you sought was right around the corner, across the street
Love is a variety of things, all things good
But from another, it is not the only key necessary to a fulfilling life
It is beautiful for others to love you, but to receive them, you must work internally for yourself
I accept that, I have no choice
As much as it hurts, I must allow you to stand on your own
Maybe then, you will find me
