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Feb 2010
Occasionally in life you’ll run across an individual who leaves you confused, who twists words and life into something it isn't, who can't be excited for the rest of what life holds because they say they've tasted it all; You have two options upon this meeting, you may walk a faster a pace, protect yourself and go on your way, or you may dive into dark waters and emerge yourself in hurt; Emerge yourself in all who they are, and if this happens, you probably have enough intuitive to know you will be burned. The degree of the burn will rely solely on your confidence in God and that life's lessons will be learned after the scar and you’ll do it because you just can't believe life is done providing for them. So you have this opportunity to love them for what they are, but that love you give, it has high requirements. That love… yours, may be the kind that makes or breaks them. It has to be pure, there may be lust, but lust gets twisted and leaves people sick, your love has to be separate from the physical. It has to be unfailing through your own doubt, and you will doubt, you'll get use to feeling the bite of your nails as they dig into your skin in frustration, you won't draw blood because this love that have signed yourself for has to have so much patience,because who they are is far from who they wish to be, not even good, not even good for you, but it's too late, you're walking down this path you've chosen, hoping like hell it will work out, you love them, because maybe you're the one that will encourage the change, because this world has factors to form who you are and you know you want to be one of the factors in them,the factor that divides the pain and the hurt, and leaves them with the sight of a better life, you have to only hope that when this situation ends, that you will have protected yourself to be able to keep loving as you have, that the lesson they learn, and how it may change them, has been all worth your burn.
written may 26th, 2009.
i don't know if i like this.  actually, i'm pretty sure i don't.
Written by
anne
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