submission to "love"

How could you make me feel like i was the center of your universe,

While reminding me that the sun too, will eventually die,

It seemed as though you wanted to assist in this death,

killing me slowly.

 

I could never begin to understand how complex your brain is,

but i could always understand the constant mood swings.

The way you lifted me on to the top of the world and then buried me

six feet below it

 

I gave you every piece of me so willingly, so stupidly,

Only for you to drop every piece so carelessly

 

I have become accustomed to this charade you call love

And in truth, I have grown to accept it as what I deserve

 

So how could I say it’s your fault for hurting me?

When it seems as though I am the one who is constantly hurting myself

All in the search for love, security.

 

Perhaps we met at the wrong time.

If we met at another time in our lives,

Maybe things would be much different

Perhaps we could have met at a point in your life when you were done

Done with the games and the constant manipulation

 

I grew to become submissive to you.

All in the name of love

I gave you parts of myself I barely had time to discover myself,

And still it's not enough?

 

Your love has deceived me more times than I imagined you were capable of

But nevertheless,

I’ll forgive you time and time again

Accepting you with open arms

Giving you everything and leaving myself with nothing but an unfinished job,

This will always be how we work.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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