Her – Vol. 2

Do not become less of a woman

to a man who is looking for

a woman who thinks less of herself.

True love is without

conditions and boundaries,

nor is it at the mercy of reciprocity;

however, love must be reciprocated

in order to mature.

A new relationship is not

remedy for heartbreak,

it is rather poison we drink

as we mourn our lovers.

It never gets better,

we simply become worse

with someone else.

The only magic of love is that it can be invisible,

yet seen wherever it exists.

It’s not lost love that we mourn,

but memories.

Love cannot be mourned

as long as both lovers are breathing.

It’s the time lost,

the de-attachment,

the moments engraved in the mind,

the death of the feeling that once lived

when things had begun.

If we love with restrictions

and tie it to conditions,

we do not give love room to be love.

Love is meant to continually blossom.

If it withers overtime,

It is because the soil was not right

Maybe the heart wasn’t ready enough,

Or you two were wrong for one another.

Nights like this,

she thinks of herself,

what she loves,

what she missed while missing you.

She thinks about what you both were

and could’ve been.

Then she dreams about what she is going to be.

You are no longer her happiness,

she is what now makes her smile.

You’re winning,

even when there aren’t enough

people cheering.

You must be patient

or you’ll never be introduced to

the beautiful soul

that is under her mountain

of bad experiences.

Gold isn’t found easily.