I shine so brightly when single, relying only on myself for confidence and strength. When I love I give myself completely and it is then I begin to lose my lustre. I am caring and giving and I build you up with my love, but still I make myself smaller for you.
For love.
Yet then, when I need to be lifted and carried and held I am no longer that beautiful bright star that proved once irresistible. I am instead a dull and tarnished mirror, reflecting your visage in my countenance, my unconditional love no longer enough to make you like what you see.
For you do not see the what I see.
Your potential.
Your beauty.
Your worth.
You only know your own self doubts, as we all do, unable to believe anything but what our own biases have corrupted.
And so you leave.
And so I doubt.
Until I begin to shed the tarnish and shine again, brighter still for the imperfect love that has added to my story. This brightness attracts another, who is dazzled by my brilliance and cannot resist my charms and the cycle begins anew.
Hesitantly I surrender again.
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