I am not the source
Of this void you feel within
The one compelling you
To entertain his sin
I don’t speak in judgment
… But from personal convictions
I’ve fought off his same daemons
I entertained the sickness
It was not my words
That fed your loneliness
Perhaps just perpetuated
What your heart sees a mess
You’ve made your choice I once did too
Said I would never leave
Then his daemons came upon me,
a butcher with a cleave
Drawing from my emotion
From the light I carry within
Only giving birth to tragedy
A game with no win
Manipulation is tricky
A cold and heartless game
My brutal honesty comes from love for you
Spare you from his shame
I’ve learned a thing or two since then
It happens often walking through fire
True love is not of taking
True love makes souls transpire
As the two become one
we tear the haughty down
two hearts fixed on one goal
where loves glory will abound
constantly in agreement
forever bound together
fight is not an argument
but an opportunity to grow further into each other
love does not tear down
but builds and re builds again
true love is told as fates red string
no battle to win
souls conjoined in matrimony
from the foundations of existence
two who belong together
perpetuate loving conditions
not just to each other
but to the world they’ve been enlisted
not to enable inadequacies
but to suture up the stitches