I’m still learning how to let myself be loved. I know we’re all born with the ability, such a super-power, but so many of us lose it along the way. I’m working on recovering my powers. I think of my relationships as rehab for the soul. I’ve let a lot of people love me in languages that love doesn’t translate to until eventually, I stopped recognizing the word. We’re getting reacquainted now.
My nightmares bring forth all of the ways I was ever wronged – by other’s and myself – only they’re masking it with the face of the man laying next to me. I wake up untrusting, trying to get a grasp on reality so I don’t hold the demons that haunt my dreams at the throats of the people that support me as I wake. It’s a constant war waging within my mind. I don’t know what I’d do without the people that step in to give me a reprieve, a safe space to be.
Thank You, Love
Thank you for loving me
the days I lose myself
feel far away and lost
you’re home base
Thank you for loving me
when I laugh til I snort
spit out my drink
I’m so embarrassed
but your face says you think
that was the second-best fountain
you ever saw
I’d say first
but I see the shift in your face, expression
every time you make me gush
first
Thank you for loving me
on the days I can’t talk
leaving messages on whiteboards
think my throat chakra’s blocked
but you tell me thank you
for finding a way
to communicate the things
I’m afraid to say
Thank you for loving me
with all of my parts
never asking me to chip away
at what sets me apart
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 