Poetry - I Have Known Love
One man.
Two women.
One from his past.
One from his present.
The Present
I know love...
I found love.
She was the first.
But I will be the last.
I am the one he wants, I am the one he needs.
I am the one he buys flowers for,
The one who gets the cuddles,
the kisses, the love, the sex -
I am the one he chose, the one that won.
He kisses my neck, I sigh.
He holds my hand, my heart skips.
This is love!
How can it be anything but love?
The butterflies...
Oh my, the butterflies...
They fought, they argued,
they were poison, and I am the antidote,
I will save him.
He will save me.
I need him.
I know love.
I am in love.
One man.
Two women.
She is his past.
I am his future.
The Past
I know love.
Love found me.
He was the first,
and though he will not be the last,
he will be the one that does last -
he endures.
He is imprinted on my being,
every action I make, and decision I follow through,
always comes back to the ones he made,
the mistakes, the pain, the heartbreak.
Better to have a broken heart,
than one that has never loved.
TRUE love. Real love.
Not obsession, fixation, a desperate need.
I don't need him -
I want him. I love him.
A part of me cries for him every night,
but I can fight on, I am a soldier to my cause,
I must fight to open myself up to love again.
She gets the kisses, the love, the sex -
She thinks she knows him through these actions,
these simple motions that he is going through...
But I have known love...
How do I know?
Because I am strong enough to let him go.
One man.
Two women.
Neither of us are right for him, right now -
he needs to be alone. He needs to be himself.
That is why I let him go..
She will never know.
I have seen his darkest hour,
I have seen him at the end of the line.
Final showdown, last curtains -
I have seen all that is good, and all that is bad.
And I still love him more than he will ever understand.
Love isn't hearts and daisies -
Love is letting go.
