I Will Wait

We grow up hearing the excuse "I do this because I love you."

 

Our parents don't realize they are
creating the idea that love doesn't always appear as Love

See, when my Mother would use the belt to show
that she would Love for us to act perfect in public,
she does not realize that the print fades much quicker
than the angry imprint she leaves on our relationship

 

I grew up knowing every relationship my Mother had
ever been in was in fact abusive
I vividly remember constantly driving around trying to find my
father because he had left again
She would drive to find him because she Loved him
Even after the time he threw my bike at the van as we drove away,
She still drove back into another six years of "Because I Love You"s

 

I see the hurt my Mother has felt and I refuse to let myself settle
for a less than desirable relations simply because he "loves" me

Love is not cheating, nor yelling, nor hitting.

Love is the whisper you hear in the wind as the gates of Heaven swing open
Love is when you know without a doubt that God created this person specifically with you in mind
 

Love is faithfulness, even when you're tempted by others.

Love is listening, even when you may disagree.

Love is wrapping each other in so much affection & care,
 that you feel as though you're drowning in happiness.

 

I will wait as long as it takes to find a relationship like this,

Because I Love Myself

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart!

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