Love Happens
Beautifully bittersweet
yet I
Painstakenly pardon you through misunderstood miscommunication &miscommunicated misunderstanding, the only thing that gets us through it, is love.
Despite he fact that Iâve written poems to you, for you& about you, most of which you havenât taken out the time to hear, Iâm not in it for kicks, or clothes& gifts for that matter
Iâm your better half matter fact, your better 80% cuz the 80-20 role couldnât be more true you hold my hand so I ask if this means that you love me& you say, âonly for today.â
Despite the red Valentine hearts filled with sweets, I have rotted to the core this is more like a Halloween trick without the treat Purple heart cuz Iâm holdinâ my breath that stale bubble of air thatâs stuck in my chest I need to find the right moment when itâs okay to just exhale
fallen out of love or more like climbed out with my bare hands I donât even like writinâ about love &here you got me exposinâ myself& thereâs holes in these walls that you crashed down so now youâre leavinâ just as fast as you came in
I know now that you are not the love OF my life just a love that CHANGED my life &showed me all the ways how not to be how not to love, &all the things i did not want in a relationship I have broken my bonds, I have forgiven you& set you free but you need to know that hurt people hurt people. retrospectively, youâre looking into the future cuz history always repeats itself
itâs not like I miss you cuz I donât &I canât say that Iâll call you cuz I wonât &as much as this thorn has pricked me I am just bleeding with indifference, &I must say, this feeling is like watching petals fall off a wilted flower but I cannot nurture what has no life left we have run our course, &let me tell you, I am tired.
Some things are better left unsaid, undone, just the way you left me. Instead of getting it together, growing up &tying your shoes, you went &knotted my left& right together &by undoing the mess we made, I know that you left cuz we werenât right together &if none of this is making sense, then I have nothing more to tell you, because after all, your mistakes are your best teachers, &some things are just better left unsaid
Now I see, through the grander scheme of things that God chose to be most present in my flaws& mistakes, so when he opened up the Heavens& sent me through the fire of you, I gotta get burned& call it a lesson learned. I guess itâs true that love was never really meant for you &me but hey, this is just another bittersweet love poem written to you, for you& about you that you still havenât taken out the time to hear.
