Yeah,
You need to solve that
Without a woman.
You need to heal.
Then a woman
Will be a partner,
Not a peg
To put in the damn
Of your broken heart.
I know
You are lonely love.
Having some
“Her” in the hole
Of your
Despair
Won't change
Loneliness…
It only delays
You from
Seeing
What's really
Troubling you.
The words
Are too flat
& black
& white
For the visceral
Thing I mean
Which can
Only be fully
Grasped
When the tears
Are flowing
Down your face
When you realize
What it means
To be whole.
Without a Woman
Doesn't mean
You are half
Of a person…
Incomplete
Somehow…
It's the lie
Well intentioned
People sold
Us on.
You know
That is the road
To hell,
Because you
Are on it,
& you call it
Lonely.
I call it
Beautiful
Because it
Is what you
Are.
The Divine
Didn't make
A half-done job
In creating you.
Squeezing your
Eyes shut
Because you
Are bracing
For the painful
Impact
Doesn't mean
You are blind.
But you have
A choice.
To either wait
In peace
Content with
Her perfection
To meet yours…
Or to feel miserable
In your loneliness…
Which of those
Two states
My love,
Do you think
Will attract
“Her?”
Misery loves
Company,
& calls
One as
Emotionally
Incomplete
As you
So neither of you
Can be there
For each other…
In the end.
Or
Love.
Healthy
&
Whole
Ecstatically
Divine.
Where time & space
Meet like long lost
Lovers
& you find
Yourself reflected
In each others eyes,
Because you can
Look into them
Unafraid.
