There is no love another can bring

Capable of razing your palace of pain

Only you know its halls

Its walls and pitfalls

Love from the other cannot cure you

Suppose you find the one

Who loves their own heart purely

A divine beacon that you fall for

Well now you have fallen

You are worlds apart

How could they love you?

You who do not love yourself

You who are incapable of peace

Seeking the boundary with a wanderlust

Trying to find love as if it’s around the bend

Ten kilometres this way

Seven years that way

The boundary exists, but is narrow and fickle

It is within you, and only you

If you can slip in, and sink slowly

Its depth is a singularity

Infinite and welcoming

You will always be suffering

If you are always looking

Set your gaze inside

Deal with the duality of your heart

Forgive your imperfection

Be grateful for your aloneness

There are far worse fates

Than to learn self love while alone

Yes, you may not learn

It will be painful

There are no guarantees

Save but this:

If you do not go within

You will never know true love

There is no love another can bring

Richer than what you already contain




Isn’t it a funny thing

To ask to be remembered

Will you remember me?

We both wonder this

How will you remember me?

In each moment we had

There is a beautiful memory

Sunkissed flowing dresses

Hazy and still gazes at bedtime

Inevitably it all came crashing down

There is a necessity in remembrance

I don’t care how you think of me

Just that you think of me

I shuffle from anger to contempt

To despair to grief

To longing and loneliness

Love just isn’t enough

Lost in the possession of the other

We did truly love each other

Just as long as expectations were met

So that even after the schism

Remembrance causes ownership

I want you to feel how I felt

To know its shape and spin

To justify all my empty variations

I know now love truly isn’t enough

We must appreciate one another

In a manner of freedom and celebration

As to never pluck the petals from your rose

Simply so I can keep them with me always

The pinks are now tossed to the wind

Where they will find their way back to you

They were never mine to take

I have my own garden to tend to

Yours has every right to bloom too

I won’t take that away from you

At least all the shit makes for storied soil