Love isn't enough
I loved him.
Lord knows I loved him
with every last part of who I am
and every last part of who I was.
He made me feel safe
when the world around us was a circus from hell.
He made me feel sane
when everything around us was nothing but insane.
He held my hand in the street
and listened when I spoke.
He was the arms that held me
when I was falling to pieces.
He was gentle
and loving to me.
He understood when I was angry and sad
and loved me through the hardness.
He was my north
when my life was going south.
And it wasn't enough
in the end, we were not enough to make it through the war.
24/07/23
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
