I am in love
And I fight love like a war
I wasn't trained for.
In the simplest terms:
Love is giving someone
the power to destroy you
and trusting they won't.
But how can I trust him not to destroy me
when I have become a mosaic:
picking up my broken pieces,
again and again,
only to arrange them into something
more beautiful than I was to begin with.
I guess this is why I trust him...
Even if he were to destroy me
I'd have more broken glass
to use for the masterpiece
that I've been creating for years.
I wonder if this is all in my head...
I'm no longer an enigma
but a work of art,
and an artist's work is never complete.
I suppose I await the day
when he picks me up
and throws me to the floor.
I swore I heard him say he didn't love me
the same way I love him
and I felt a piece fall and shatter.
I must wait
to add that piece
back in with the others
when I collect the remnants
of who I was before him.
...At least I'm used to it now.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
I am in love
And I fight love like a war
I wasn't trained for.
In the simplest terms:
Love is giving someone
the power to destroy you
and trusting they won't.
But how can I trust him not to destroy me
when I have become a mosaic:
picking up my broken pieces,
again and again,
only to arrange them into something
more beautiful than I was to begin with.
I guess this is why I trust him...
Even if he were to destroy me
I'd have more broken glass
to use for the masterpiece
that I've been creating for years.
I wonder if this is all in my head...
I'm no longer an enigma
but a work of art,
and an artist's work is never complete.
I suppose I await the day
when he picks me up
and throws me to the floor.
I swore I heard him say he didn't love me
the same way I love him
and I felt a piece fall and shatter.
I must wait
to add that piece
back in with the others
when I collect the remnants
of who I was before him.
...At least I'm used to it now.
I want to ******* tear you apart.
