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Schanzé Jun 2016
To the love of my life.
I gave you everything.
I know women say that often but they very rarely mean it, I do.
I gave you everything.

You came at a time, when my world was dark, so dark - I was blinded by it.
I fumbled around, searching, yearning, aching and grasping handfuls of damp air – always left with nothing.
So I stopped, gave up, gave in to the pain and the hopelessness, I stopped searching.
I was on the very edge and I had no intention of taking a step back, or trying to pull myself up should I fall over, I would remain where I was,
There was no light, no hope, no faith, just a strong woman weakened by the trials of life.
It was just me, it had always been just me.
I had no fears, not of death or man, not a single fear hindered me from continuing or going on, but I was hopeless, tired and driven by loneliness.

When we met, I had no idea who you’d turn out to be to me, or the role you’d come to play in my life. You were just another man.
Then you learned how to make me laugh, and you did it so effortlessly, made me laugh from within my soul and I began to grow once more, a strong, fearless woman.
Reborn.
You became a friend, someone I learned to trust with my secrets, my shame, my hopes, my dreams, memories of a time long past, haunted and melancholy memories I had buried.
I dug them up and shared them with you, hoping they could provide some explanation as to the woman I am, so you could understand.
You embraced them, the dark thoughts, the sinful acts I had committed, my past, every single thing you accepted - without hesitation.

You set me free and I fell in love.

Dear god, I was so happy, I couldn’t even describe how free and alive I felt after years of being shackled and chained by my own thoughts. You did that for me, and we became the couple others set out to be.
Best friends with an unimaginable love for each other.

No amount of time ever spent together was enough, and each time we parted it was in sadness and anticipation for the next time we would meet.

You were my best friend, and I was yours.
Your northern star, your light in the dark, your best friend.

You shared your fears, your big dreams, your plans.
I was always next to you, always part of the plan, I was your future and you were mine.
Partners, comrades – a team.
There really was no one like us, you knew that as well as I did.
Every burden, every load was shared, no matter how heavy, I was always there.
I supported you in every decision, every plan, every dream, I encouraged you, picked you up when you had fallen, carried you when you were weak, every hard road I walked with you. I gave you my strength, gave you hope, motivated you to go on. When your thoughts became dark and they clouded your mind, making you believe things about yourself that weren’t true, made you believe that there was no way out, when those thoughts that overwhelmed you – I battled my way through each fear, every dark corner and brought you back into the light.
Every time you hurt me, brought me to tears - something I hadn’t done since the death of my mother – I forgave you. I knew you never meant to hurt me, never intentionally broke my heart, never set out to break me – but you did and I forgave you, countless times.
There was no hatred or contempt, only love.

You were never there for me, and I know you tried but never hard enough. You never made me feel alone, that was what I liked, you always came back to give me the time you had missed, you let me cry and always told me how strong I was even when I was at my weakest. You saw me as strong and brave, bold and brilliant.
I know things were hard sometimes, but they were worth it. Every fight, every issue, every problem, we worked through, we fought, we went to war and we won – every time, we won. A love as strong and bright and ours always beat the odds. It was raw and unchained, passionate and overwhelming, but it was beautiful.

For the first time in my life, I was afraid. I had developed fears. Deeply entrenched fears that ran along the walls of my heart.
I was afraid of losing you. How do you explain that to someone? How do you tell someone your deepest fear is losing them, something you can’t possibly control or prevent, something so completely out of your hands, something you can never take a hold of.

Our love was magic, wasn’t it?

You were the sun in my life, not only the light but the warmth. You allowed me to grow, nurtured my soul and penetrated the dark with your smile.
I thought I had loved before you, but I was wrong.
I loved you so much more than I could ever describe, I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as I loved you.

Two years down the line, things began to change - you began to change and you started to close the doors to your thoughts, I tried to understand but you wouldn’t let me.
Every time I questioned, tried to fix things, you would make me feel crazy, tell me I was making things up, seeing things that weren’t there, I believed you and that was where you began to destroy me, within the walls of my own mind.

You were cold and distant and I was alone and afraid. I fought to keep you close, put myself through hell to remain in touch with the man I knew so well, only to watch you drift further each time.
I didn’t give up, I stayed strong, fought harder, tried more, tried to change, but nothing worked.
I tried to talk to you and you would only push me further away, leaving me in the dark, I asked if there was someone else and you became angry, asking me how I could even ask such a thing, so I apologised.
You were hurtful and bitter and when you stopped telling me you loved me, I knew I had lost the man I was so deeply in love with.
The first time I realised there was someone else, my body felt like a hollow shell. There was nothing, I couldn’t feel my toes or hear my heart beat, it was empty. I preferred that, the shell, the black hole that was in my chest, the heaviness that the emptiness brought – I preferred that to what came next.
When my soul tore itself up, when I could hear it rip and tear at the seams – over and over again, ripping itself apart. Losing all the hopes and dreams I had, watching them wash away and being powerless, unable to recollect them. Feeling my heart break and shatter, feeling the fire in my chest, the fire that I wished would consume me, but only burnt everything inside my ribcage, leaving only excruciating pain behind and a heap of dark black ash.

That’s what I carry with me now, everywhere I go, a heap of black ash resembling everything I had, the woman I used to be, the remnants of my foundation, my core, lies in my chest. Its heavy and cold, most nights it chokes me, every day it haunts me.
Yet, I forgive you.
For all the empty promises, for the pain, for the fear you instilled, for the lies, for the dishonesty.
For destroying me all the while telling me you loved me, I forgive you.


Sincerely, a once in a lifetime woman.
Schanzé Apr 2016
My love is an ocean and I
am the woman who stands in its depths,
let me embrace you.
Unless you fear my love to be
too deep
too strong

And you seek that of another,
go call to the girl who stands on the shore,
with her toes in the sand,
let her bathe you in the
excess of my love
the tide brings in.
Schanzé Mar 2016
She walked through life, alone.
Content.
Happy with smelling
the concrete, fresh after the rain.
With watching
the sunset from her bedroom window.
With picking
flowers from a garden, stuffing it in her breast pocket.

With cooking alone, enjoying a meal for one on her two seater couch, with a glass of wine.
Falling asleep with Tolstoy and Oscar Wilde late at night.
She was happy, content,
she always felt like something might be missing but it never gave her reason to fear, to put her life on pause.

Then
He came along and showed her what it was like to live beside someone,
to share.
He taught her how to walk in the rain,
he taught her how to breathe,
how to feel the sun on her skin,
how to enjoy the feeling left in her fingertips.

He taught her how to be the flower and not just steal its glory,
how to be someone,
others stole glory from.

He taught her how to care, how to love.
He shared her two seater and her wine.
She learned to cook for two and not just one.

At night her poetry lay untouched at her bedside table.
His voice, his warmth - her remedy.
Suddenly, she felt the hole start to fill.
She loved it most when he made her laugh and when he smiled.

Her favourite was when he used his surname in the place of her own.
When he would talk of their future,
their kids,
their home.
She felt safe and strangely at home wherever he was.
She was happy.

Then
One day, he became different.
Stopped talking of their future,
their home,
their life.
He stopped sharing her two seater,
stopped holding her at night.
Without warning or notice - she was alone.

She forgot how to breathe and how to feel the sun,
how to be a flower,
how to fall asleep at night,
the hole she barely felt before became bigger and bigger,
and that was all she could feel,
the emptiness,
the pain,
the coldness that consumed her.
She forgot how to laugh.
She found her own future to be a blurred sight.
She couldn't remember how to love, how to care, how to feel.

She lost sight of everything.
She couldn't find her way back to where she was.
Everything felt out of place, out of context.
She never wanted to love again.
She feared she never would.
Schanzé Aug 2015
I sometimes yearn for the power to control the clouds,
So that they too,
may wet your face as the tears do mine

That I may hold the sun in my hands
and direct its gentlest rays to your skin,
So that they too,
may affect you,
the way your embrace does mine.

I wish for the ability to blow the wind in your direction,
so that its  soft hands may caress your face, the way your hands often do mine.

I wish I could bring the galaxies down for you, so you could

see yourself through my eyes.
Schanzé Aug 2015
I stared at the thick gold band of the bracelet he’d clipped onto my wrist, and it angered me.
I was furious at the fact that I couldn’t take it off, couldn’t find the strength to break a promise even when he had – countless times.
Instead of stroking my heart with the soft delicate hands of love, and feeding my soul the light and euphoria that comes from loving another, tears began to form in my eyes.
They bubbled up, filled to the brim and remained there; refusing to fall, refusing to disappear and yet they remained.

They swam in the uncertainty, the pain, the sorrow, the heartache.
And blurred my vision, hindering my sight.
As the tears spilled over and traveled down my cheeks, I knew that being in love wasn’t meant to feel this way.
That instead of crying and wiping away the tears and trying to cover up the pink tint around my eyes, I should have been in his arms.
I should have felt secure, safe, loved.
I should have been calm and assured because in a relationship common courtesy applies to the other.
I should not have been worrying about where he was or if he was okay.
I shouldn’t have wondered if he was coming home, I shouldn’t have been afraid of him blatantly lying to my face, repeatedly – but I was.

He could never text and tell me that he was fine, tell me where he was or when I could expect him home.
He could never pause for a second and consider my feelings, my emotions or my concerns.
He could never call just to say “I miss your voice”
He could make empty promises and trick me into promising the world.
They would lay in his eyes, bright and enticing screaming at me that this time it was real.
He could lift my hand to his lips and place kisses on my wrist, the knuckles and the spaces in between, and proceed to look into my eyes and tell me that I meant the world to him, that there was nothing more important, that he needed me.
I would melt, all of my anger, my frustration, my distrust, my thoughts would melt away when his eyes met mine and he said “baby, I love you”
Each time, he would look into my brown eyes and promise that this time, this time would be different.
He promised the stars but never mentioned that I’d get burned reaching for them.
He promised the ocean but never mentioned the icy cold waters I would drown in searching for his love in the waves.
He promised the light to put an end to the darkness Id been forced to live in but never told me that the bulb would blind me and then fuse.
He swore that he would give his life for mine but never mentioned that I’d have to sacrifice my soul to redeem it.

He swore that he loved me but never told me what he was swearing on.
He made promises to tell the truth, but never mentioned that I would be the only honest one.
He made me love him, but never warned me that he would leave with it and render me incapable of loving again.

So I unclipped the bracelet, watching it fall from my wrist and land on the bed.
I picked it up and put it on my bedside table.
Breaking the first promise in the thousands I had made.
Schanzé Aug 2015
Dear family.
I’m sorry for falling in love with a man of whom you do not approve.
I apologise for his tenderness and his tremendous capacity for hope.
For his support and generosity.
Most of all I apologise for the love he has for me, and for the love you never had.

Dear bigoted society.
I’m sorry I hold his hand in public.
I apologise for publicly displaying my affection for him by pressing my lips to his cheek.
For sharing the same spoon, plate, straw and cup whilst in your presence.

Most of all I apologise for believing in a love you so openly disapprove of.
I’m sorry that the contrast between our skin colour causes you to frown in distaste.
I apologise for loving him unconditionally, regardless of the fact that it bothers you.
For not being narrow minded and self righteous.
Most of all I apologise for you being too conceited to understand that I fell in love with his soul and not the likeness of his skin to mine.
Schanzé Apr 2015
Amidst all these options.
The light, the white, the delicate the clean.
The choice of something new,
someone untouched by my hands,
something fresh,
someone cool and unexplored.

I wanted you
I wanted your rich brown skin.
Your warm chocolate marble chest.
I wanted the familiarity of your design,
your feel, your works.
I'd turn around
and find
not the unknown
but my man.
and here is something I need to emphasize:
mine.

I could not imagine turning to find a
stranger,
however skilled and acquainted with the pleasures
and desires of a woman.

I wanted you.
The man who knows every crease and fold.
Every corner that is turned
and faced with imperfections - he knows how to handle.
Every part that feels broken
He knows how to fix, mend, heal and repair
You don't find that everyday.

In the cool satin sheets my body lay twisted in,
its your arms that I feel there too
wrapped around me.
The love I feel coursing through your veins,
and throbbing through your chest
is my safety,
my security,
my warmth.

I cannot bear the thought of sharing that
with someone
temporary.

For now,
I'll bear
the loneliness
and the cold
I'll wait for you to come home.
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