L.C. McQuillen
21.08.18
You asked me
How I felt about
All that is and was
Torn around us.
What love looks
Like when through
My eyes I’ve witnessed
Broken attempts.
I lifted my head
Took a sip of cheap wine
And looked you in the eyes.
What I know is this,
There is love and there
Is reality.
Rarely in the views of
Mankind are they intertwined.
The reality is that to find
Love you have to be okay
Without it.
Be self sufficient
Because love isn’t medication
It will not sustain you
Carry your own fucking weight
It isn’t hard to own yourself.
What is hard is relying on
Everyone else to
Because they won’t.
They’ll fail and all you’ll
Ever know of ‘love’
Is being dropped;
Is becoming more broken.
Love is not in emotion,
Love cannot feel hurt
You feel hurt because
The absence of pure adoration,
But I guess for most it’s easier to say
You fell out of love
Then to admit you never knew what it was.
I love dangerously.
If you invite me to love you
Then I will not let you sit on
Your flaws
I will throw your own potential
At you until we’ve wrung out
The useless nuisance of
Self doubt and excuses
And I can only hope
That you would do the same
For me.
Love does not always look like
Acceptance and agreeing,
It sometimes is the eyes
We ourselves cannot find
To become stronger.
Because the only thing
Love can and ever will be
Is wellbeing.
And we, we are whole all
By ourselves and that
Is why I think we chose
Each other
Because I don’t need you
And you don’t need me
But we want it.
And come what may
Whatever the weather
I know that we
Can sustain ourselves,
But together
And that is what I believe in.
Love.