A BATTLE

BY ANNA WILSON

6:56 PM -JANUARY 16TH

I was never the one to write poems for her lovers.

I was never the one that would stand under your balcony with flowers listing all the reasons why your smile resurrected mine.

I never knew how to get acquainted with that side of me. I refuse to believe it exists.

However, you made me fall in love with what scared me. You made it feel safe… until it didn’t.

Until you left me stranded on an island made of all the feelings I have for your smile. You left me alone with everything I am terrified of. You left me to my thoughts.

You left me facing my feelings… alone

1:10 AM - January 28th

Admitting my love for you is like feeding my vulnerability.

The wall shielding what hasn’t yet died of me vanishes when I give in to my love for you. But, I feel so shattered and the only thing strong enough to impact me is you.

My love, I gave you power to heal and break me and you seem to do both generously.

However, lately, you’ve been breaking more than what you’ve fixed, and the pieces of me are too weak to do anything about it.

My love, I am infatuated by how sweet your honey is that I forget how painful you sting when I get close enough.

3:10 PM - February 6th

Overlooking your flaws and only recognizing everything that made me fall in love with you, is the reason why I’m here right now.

I don’t blame you, I blame your sweet smile, and your loving eyes. I blame myself for allowing your soul to steal mine.

I defied all my rules, everything I ever knew, for you.

I wanted this start to be the last one. My love, end this plague and come back to me.

11:58 AM - February 14th

My love is so Shakespearean and yours came out of a Jane Austen novel.

We are everything we need, but stubbornness put our fears in charge and refuses any change.

Your fears are so scared of my powerful love. Why are you scared of healing? Why are you not letting me love you?

I wonder restlessly, my love, how did we get here? How can you be scared of the thing you deserve the most? A love so powerful that demolishes the existence of your sorrow.

Let me in, my love…