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Lust drove me to love

Lust drove me to love.
 
I thought love would balance me.
Defeat my insecurities.
Make me whole ... At peace.
 
The world revolves yet I stand still.
 
I’m running out of time,
fighting to save a relationship.
A relationship that’s defeated me.  
My Pulse...
Lost ... Love drove me stray.
 
Loss of self worth
Molded my values.
I’m too weak to leave him.
Is it something deeper ...
Dependency ...
What am I fighting for.
I see him as stability.
Nourishment.
I need love, but this isn’t easy.
Defeated ...
I guess love made me needy.
I’m weak.
He told me he needs me,
but my wounds the only proof of affection, a touch.
My makeup shelters the scattered truths of love.
Two broken rib bones ...
And a few scarred tissues.
Stained in black.
The burn... I’m a wasted resource.
 
I need him... He needs me.
My conscience... a diary.
I scribe tolerance within my soul.
Can my soul be restored —revived.
Who am I, if We are not a shared identity.
 
By Stephanie Robinson.

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