Love. No strings.

I was born with love for everything 
acceptance I carried like a puppet on a string. 
No matter how far away from the truth the world’s lies seemed to wander 
I would always pick up the pieces and put them back together. 

Years passed and the world grew colder 
And I myself grew older and older. 
More often than not I would wake up to the sound 
Of the lightning in the thuder sky touching the ground. 
And more often than not it was a blessing in disguise 
Shielding me from this cold world of lies. 

Where was the love that had made me so strong? 
I was starting to wonder if it was in my head all along. 
I sat up late nights searching on my hands and knees in my own brain 
Looking for a way out 
Trying not to go insane. 

I was looking for a passage to love 
Free love 
No strings attached 
But the closer it seemed the farther it got. 

But now after years of so much change passed 
I feel like I’ve found what I’ve been looking for at last. 

It’s crazy. It’s insane. 
Let me try to explain. 

There are those who can fall in love at first sight. 
Over and over again. 
Over and over and over again. 

Then there are people like me who have been through so much shit to be loved 
And all they get in return is a push and a shove. 
And all they can say is 
screw it 
I’m 
done… 

Love is just another materialistic lie 
Because the last time you fail is the last time you try. 

The last time I failed was the last time I tried. 
I endured Lie after fucking lie. 
And all I could think to do was look on the bright side. 

My love that I was born with has been chiselled away to reveal a heart thats still beating 
I’m alive 
Thats all that matters 
But meaning is depleating. 

But here I am now 
It’s like everything has changed. 
My hearts erupting and building up whats decayed. 

He’s like the sun on a cold day 
Warm against my face. 
Like the moon on a summer night 
Beautiful and bright. 

When he talks all I can hear is him. 
The light whisper in the air 
The soft touch of his skin. 

I have to tell my self to breath. 
Breath him in… 
Breath. 

I have no shame and most importantly no doubt 
That what he puts in 
He will most certainly get out. 

I hate to say it 
I really do 
It’s so strange for me 
It’s strange for him too. 

But its going to be fine 
In this moment in time 
In his life and in mine. 

I found the passage in my brain. 
Reached up and grabbed it. 
The passage to love 
No strings attached 
Seems closer than ever 
Finally unlatched.

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