Glassed

glossy
magazines
lives
hearts

once beautiful,
now shattered

and yet
we wonder
how to
find true love

try loving yourself this once

each time
you weep
about others
not loving

you well enough

you forget
who you are
and the fire
you hold

within your instrument

you met
someone
who spew
it

that’s all.

doesn’t change
who you are
and
the fire

that exists within you.

i wonder
if the
flaw
in love

found and lost young

is the fact
that it
forgets to
teach you

how to be self-sufficient.

if
person X
becomes your
everything

does that make you
a nothing?

nope
you insist
that’s
untrue

we completed each other.

does that
mean
i am
incomplete

without another?

i have:
dreams
ambitions
priorities
places to be
friends
family

i have it all

but you
don’t believe
this is
completion

something seems amiss.

maybe
it is time
we felt

complete in this incompletion.

how do
i become
my own
sustained

and constant source
of happiness?

how do
i feel
purposeful
and useful

without a him or a her?

my mother
always
made sure
i could

love myself before i
looked for love
elsewhere

maybe
she knew
that once
i fell in

love, i would forget
the power

i held.
because
behind
the mask

i was always a
completed picture.

all that
one could
do
was to

enhance the picture

only
for
the
better

never for the worse

i was
taught to
never
need another

not behind the glass door

it is
transparent
and
revealing

look like you’re well

enough
have
high standards
for yourself

it is better than
having low standards.

because
what are
you
living up

to?

set your
own standards
nobody
understands better

than you.

i know
we all
believe
we need

someone:
their presence
attention
love
everything

who
wants
to be
alone

i’d rather be
with someone

all these
places
faces
races

you’re one
among
them

and yet, you are
special.

eventually
young or
old
love alike

you cannot escape
the claws of
self-love

the other
will and
should
teach you

help you learn

this primal
instinct
habit
way of life

the power to complete yourself

is
was
shall be
your own

don’t let it slip away
use it

selfishly
be
selfish

this once

for yourself
pour moi.

Advertisements

2 Comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s