Loves (Per)Versions

There's a difference between you and me;

A difference so subtle only the wise may see.

When you say I love you, while it may be so;

Conditional love is temporary in nature - a gift that can only be borrowed.

Blinded to the distorted illusion that broken hearts create;

While promises of the broken soul become lies, leaving the hopeful sedate.

I know that I confused you, I know I gave you hell.

For I sparked fear inside of you and I watched you repel.

For but a few short moments I experienced being in love,

But for the most part I loved you just as you were; choosing to ignore the things you fell short of.

I understand the pain you felt for I was never clear;

When I said I loved you, I let you hear what you wanted to hear.

You thought you were perfect, that you could do no wrong;

What I actually meant was, I see you in your brokenness and I want to tag along.

I wanted you to know that there was no need to hide.

Yet, as it turns out, hearing your I love you resulted in a very different ride.

When I say I love you, I mean every word.

Free of conditions and broken visions. Leaving the moments ungoverned and the lines unblurred.

Because I only loved you, I failed to fall apart;

For I was not blinded to the selfish basis of your heart.

A time will come where I will choose to give my heart again;

Know that there will be little difference between you and him, except for his own ability to love without refrain.

For I am not broken and I have nothing to hide,

So from this point on I will make choices that reflect my inside.

May you find clarity on love and its versions,

For no-one will fall in-love with you because of your loves perversions.