by Kate   Apr 29, 2022

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers,
To spill begging words and tears to the floor.
I wanted to, with an intensity so electric.
But what is good for one is not always for two.
I could not be selfish;
I mustn’t.
I could not ask you to play the part,
To be a character in my life for my benefit,
Or put focus meant for other things on me.
I could not ask you to carry me whilst you drown.
I could not be another one of them to you.
You deserve so much more.

Despite my desire to love you and its depths,
I do not wish to shackle you to me,
To become your ball and chain.
I do not want your love for me to feel a chore.
Love does not grow in forced light;
It burns, it torches, it deepens wounds.
I do not want to become a scar.

I want to teach you to fly, to soar freely.
To love without reservation despite fear,
To see the beauty that I do in you.
I want you at my side.
Your hand laced within mine,
Painting new stories over old pains,
Guiding each other into levels of love unknown.
Whenever willing, whenever ready.

I wanted to be selfish.
But I couldn’t.
I won’t.


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  • 1 year ago

    by SilentWolf

    The love and adoration, though draped in sadness, is so abundantly clear in this, which makes it entirely captivating.

    The wisdom in your words leaves behind an array of emotions amongst the reader. I have read this a few times and have yet to understand how exactly I feel about it - saddened or envious.

    • 1 year ago

      by Kate

      Thank you.

  • This was perfect.

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