Letters to My Lover #4

In loving you, I abandoned me.

I was at the pinnacle of self-love.

So I thought I’d attracted what could love me too.

I wanted to love, to give love, because I was Love.

Love for me, Love for my people, Love for the universe.

I was fully me. Dancing in love.

Loving you would not have taken away from me

As long as we grew together, blossoms of Life.

But my love was met with an infertile garden.

Broken cosmic coincidences.

My love was met with a seed that refused to see the sun.

And even the sun might one day tire, of giving to those who can’t give back.

And even the gardener runs out of water.

My love pooled around me, sunbaked in despair.

I oozed love with no one to hold it.

Oasis in a mirage.

I oozed love with no one to return it.

You gave it to someone else.

When love was gone, there was nothing more to say.

Love has no closure.

So I packed my bags and moved away,

Until I could love myself another day.

- why it hurt so much when you didn’t believe