Torn
Loving someone more than you love yourself.
Torn
Jonny Evans
Sadness permeates this poignant regret
this hole in my heart this forlorn emptiness.
My love’s love elsewhere
sublime eyes flaming for another.
His heart lost to me
laid low by this inevitable impossibility.
Torn between care and need
joyous for his joy so proud of his courage.
Nurturing, holding, sustaining his stumbling soul
feeding strength, protective, fostering hopes.
Iron resolve, friendship paramount
my own love secondary.
His love put first inevitably
caring more for him than for myself.
A deep, joyous pride fills me
twinned with this stabbing, unbearable loss.
Love set aside for love.
Seeking solace in the gift.
Hoping for peace in the giving.
About the Creator
Jonny Evans
I quit the job, sold the house, and am now at university studying to be a writer. I have things to express and hope that the words might have meaning for others. I'm single, queer and a cancer survivor. Feedback welcome.
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