A Perfect Kind of Love

When I was with her,

I felt like I had to compete

For her attention, affection, adore.

 

When I was with her

I never felt enough.

I gave her everything,

But, everything she gave me was a bluff.

 

The laughs, the love

Was any of it real?

To me yes, but to her no one knows.

I found that i could no longer deal

The feelings of worthlessness and worry

I needed time to heal.

 

With her I was done,

Cut from me like a cancerous tumor.

It was as though I was free,

Again.

 

Love is not cancer.

Love is a bird.

Taking you to glorious heights,

A symphony of sounds like you've never heard.

 

Love is an ionic bond.

Two completely different;

A positive and a negative,

Forming something magical with a wave of a wand.

 

Love is compassion

Each partner taking turns.

A doctor and a sick patient

One hurt leaving the other concerned

 

Love is equal

No one giving more

A scale to be balanced

Steady at its core

 

Love is honest

Raw, and vulnerable

Where trust is at the test

Sacred and true

 

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love is funny

Love is perfect

This poem is about: 
Me

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