I used to be a stellar lover.
Straining toward the stars
Unafraid to fall amongst the dust
Empowered by exposure
I let tragedy and disappointment burrow
As I was weak, my soil was laid bare
Seeds of self-preservation settled in deep
Taking root in my character and my will
Paralyzing yet too restless to sit still
I am love.
Created from it
Human and Divine
Tainted and Pure
Raised by the confused and the sure
How can I be myself while suppressing who that is?
How can I be vulnerable yet stand guarded?
How can I be cautious yet bestow generously?
How can I be calculated in restrain yet provide sincerity?
How can I be exclusive yet welcome others to me?
Love is strength and fierce, not docile and rigid
It can burn hot just as it can suffocate an inferno
It’s not full of holes and fractures
Though, I, as its channel seem to be
When dispersed without aim, it drizzles
When aimed at a target, it pierces
Love is not a weakness to be shunned
With how fearfully I run from it, how could it be?
I can’t possibly think it’s dependent me?
That between the two of us, it’s frail and I’m strong
No, love nullifies my insufficiencies and magnifies my fortitude
Love doesn’t need me, but I’m nothing without it