A Chance To Grow

When we met, it felt unreal.

    Before we touched, I knew how it would feel.

    When we hugged, it felt like home.

    You are why I wrote happy poems.

    Then things shifted, something changed,

    miscommunication, priorities rearranged.

    Arguments and silence—distance grew,

    kindness between us became far and few.

    Living lives we didn’t share,

    looking like we didn’t care.

    Forgetting how our souls are tied,

    still holding love alive inside.

    We had to go our separate ways,

    things to learn, debts to pay.

    Learning how to stand alone,

    seeing how bright the other shone.

    Triggers, trauma, fight and flight,

    we never seemed to get it right.

    Does love still count

    if it’s given, not received?

    Instead of feeling loved, we felt deceived.

    All the times you said you tried,

    All the lonely tears I cried.

    All the pointless points we made,

    when love sat silent and afraid.

    Do your hands ache to feel me?

    When I close my eyes, you’re all I see.

    Do your arms burn to hold me?

    With you is where I long to be.

    Is your throat sore

    from all the times you yelled?

    Is your ego bruised

    from how your pride swelled?

    Is it still about who’s wrong and right?

    Would we still have the same dumb fights?

    My hands are cold

    from the times I pushed you away.

    My throat burns

    from all the kind things I didn’t say.

    Instead of holding each other, I held my pride.

    I wonder now if I'd lay it aside...

    Will we get the chance to see,

    how beautiful our love could be,

    if the unhealed parts stop hurting so?

    If we learned to give and take,

and let love grow?

By Simple Sue

From: United States