To love


I believed I was wrong

For many many days

That loving someone so much

That giving myself completely to them

Was a mistake.

That I should never feel that way again.

But love is the purest part of me.

As much as I tried to bestow that love on my partner

It wouldn’t sustain.

Because I was wrong about being wrong.

The person I was trying to love

All this time.

All these years.

The person I always thought I lost

Never left.

That person

Was me.