Recovery
I thought I had loved before.
Like a chaotic wave
it hit me...
I had not!
It was the dream of love.
Yearning.
Starving.
Feeding myself,
for I felt I would die
if I did not love.
and die I did for years.
Decades.
Fooling myself.
Let suffering be
my lover,
my demon,
my hell.
Loving you
is the phenomenon
that tore my eyes open.
I had never loved before.
I had only touched
a dream.
You are not a dream.
You are the the first
that I have ever
loved.
it hit me...
I had not!
It was the dream of love.
Yearning.
Starving.
Feeding myself,
for I felt I would die
if I did not love.
and die I did for years.
Decades.
Fooling myself.
Let suffering be
my lover,
my demon,
my hell.
Loving you
is the phenomenon
that tore my eyes open.
I had never loved before.
I had only touched
a dream.
You are not a dream.
You are the the first
that I have ever
loved.
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