Love isn’t enough,
Nor is ***
If it was,
We would have been everything.
Love demands more
Needs presence,
Needs support,
Needs someone who sees your heart
For all its weight and worth.
Not just someone
Who laughs it off,
Or argues to win
Defines character,
Rather trying to know you
But that someone,
Who lifts you up
Who whispers, “I’ve got you,”
Not only in the dark, in bed,
But in the light, among the noise.
So I let you go
Of that hand that once
Made my body tremble
Gave me butterflies
Instead
For the one I trust
To keep my hands warm,
To cry with me
When I’m gone,
And bury me
With love still in their hands.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Love isn’t enough,
Nor is ***
If it was,
We would have been everything.
Love demands more
Needs presence,
Needs support,
Needs someone who sees your heart
For all its weight and worth.
Not just someone
Who laughs it off,
Or argues to win
Defines character,
Rather trying to know you
But that someone,
Who lifts you up
Who whispers, “I’ve got you,”
Not only in the dark, in bed,
But in the light, among the noise.
So I let you go
Of that hand that once
Made my body tremble
Gave me butterflies
Instead
For the one I trust
To keep my hands warm,
To cry with me
When I’m gone,
And bury me
With love still in their hands.
When true love becomes a tattoo filled with pain suffer and bitter misery, partnership moves forward maybe its not love but its not make you cold to death. Keeps you breathing
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