Confusion to Clarity

This is my story,
My love life through my eyes,
And what a healthy relationship,
Means to me.


Confusion was rampant,
The first time I saw her;
Melancholy she was,
And so was I.


She was the first to try to get me,
In that game called dating,
So I fell without thought,
Without word, without noise,
I fell straight and true into blissful hell.

She will be Melancholy all her days,
She was a sinner, I was a saint,
She took me down and wore me out,
Clashing passion against purity,
She ground my thoughts,
Made me keep guessing, never clarifying,
Until my mind was a mushy paste.


But it wasn't just her,
I am also to blame,
I threw myself too quickly,
Too ready to help,
Too willing to do anything,
And everything,
Too willing to die,
Too willing to break.


Two weeks.


Twelve days.


I gave that up for three things;
A sense of maturity,
Giving away my first kiss,
And growing too attached.


After.


I became a haunted shell,
A void of my former self,
I turned all of my attention inwards,
I lingered in the confines of my brain,
I became really and truly, brokenly,
Depressed.


I spent my days in my flesh-bound prison,
A creative term for suicidal depression,
Wanting to end my hellish internal strife,
Yet never doing it.
 

I never did it,
I transcended through time,
And apathy,
All of my troubles,
washed over me.

 

Then, I found my clarity.
 

I went to Outdoor School,
Near and dear to my heart,
And I met someone,
Who has since,
Become nearer and dearer.
 

This beautiful person,
Communicated from the start,
We both wanted to make things clear,
And true, and right.


We stumbled along at first,
Falling a little more in love every day,
And we became closer,
Than anyone we had let into our hearts before.


This was Love.
Pure and true.
My love, my darling,
So many names for someone,
But most importantly, it's you.


My darling, my love, my one,
My only,
Your smile and your embrace,
Are all I need,
No jealousy, no excuses,
Just me and you.
 

We do our best,
To be honest, to clarify,
To communicate,
Every fight is just venting,
Every bit of trust is invested in us,
To be who we are.
 

That's what a healthy relationship is to me,
We're ever more smitten with each other,
Every day, every date, every breath,

Every heartbeat,

As our hearts beat as one.

 

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