More to love than us

 

I remember

the moment it dawned

that there was more to life than this.

More to love than us. More to give.

More to feel in this hallow heart.

 

More sunlight if I open my eyes.

More insight if I tune out your lies.

 

There is a world of us apart.

Yet together is just a dead-end street.

For together only ever dampened

this heart and filled it with hurt,

when joy should be flowing like the sea

I wish to be. Sharing deep insightful

conversations beside glorious tides.

 

You never let me love me,

or even be me, and if we

couldn’t believe in us, and you

couldn’t see the me that

was fading into dust,

if we couldn’t sit

in the silence of a heartbeat.

 

Then how could we ever

give ourselves freely?

 

How could it be love If you only wanted

a different person to be sat opposite?

 

I stumbled on eggshells

that tore at my feet,

I pulled open doors

that I should have

pushed shut. To be who I was not.

To be the mirror image of you.

 

Even that wasn’t enough

as you never loved the

reflection of you.