As humans, we feel the need to love and to be loved. At times, we love too much, we become blind to our special someone—that we don’t see their flaws; that we make excuses for their mistakes; that we forgive them over and over again even if it already hurts so much, when all we are ever asking for is to be loved. Then it reaches to the point that we don’t even know anymore, unsure if we should still carry on with the relationship.
Previously, I’ve posted a poem comparing a relationship to writer’s block. Below, is a poem that I’ve written comparing a relationship to an unfinished poem. If you’re going through such kind of relationship though, all I can say to you is, you deserve better.
A spark of inspiration came to me,
growing greater and greater as my love
to write whatever I could possibly—
words flow rhythmically, how my heart throbs.
But suddenly, the inspiration died;
the engrossment I felt came to a pause;
the flowing words of love has become dry.
All these frequent arguments are the cause.
Too frustrating, such a relationship.
So the poem I wrote is left unfinished.
Like us, left unknowing what lies; what if’s—
would we even last or just diminish?