If you Love it, let it grow ♥️

In hopes I can evoke a sense of Love in you,
I rob my ability to feel that same Love for myself.
Why are you misplaced?

I placed my faith in places that turned me Faithless...

I had given all the Love I had to you,
I searched my cabinets and even under my carpet to ensure you had every last bit.
In return I received pocket lint,
or rather hand me downs in the form of pain and the putrid taste of blood.
A near distant echo of instances all their Love was taken from them, themselves.

I understand... Love is a scarce thing, it takes a long time to conjure such sacred energy, as a Flower takes four seasons to bloom.

I was a fool to place all of what I had onto you, the same could be said about you too, expecting there to be enough in me to fill your voids.
No amount of compassion in me can mend those wounds that leave you void within.
I mean void of emotion,
void of ambition,
void of Love.
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