the L word

I’ve loved and I’ve lost, but love itself seems lost at timesone coin, two sides; god, I wish you knew how hard I tried.

I’ve tried to fit into the shapes you prepared for me, but, deep within they were never me; your love was never for me.

Confusion bubbles up at the thought, and I wish I simply understood; what it meant, what I mean; what the L-word could be.

Perhaps as she holds me and soothes me I’ll grow to know, to voice what’s running around my mind and what I’ve been left with from a wind oh-so cold.

A pressure that grounds me, a heat that fills me; her smile entices and embraces, words so foreign, they almost seem adjacent; adjacent to a sweet lullaby that covers the night as the stars shine and enlighten what’s mine.”

- boo, @annam_br

Sometimes I think it’s simple, that understanding is no hurdle; truly though, do I know? Do I understand the complications, the implications?

Perhaps as I yearn, as I long, I can find what seems to be gone;