My choice

Loving you means knowing you will hurt me

Accepting that our story may have an end

But choosing every little moment in between 

Knowing that we may not have a future

But we’ll always have the present

Uncovering what’s behind your walls

And helping you to dismantle them brick by brick

Loving you brings me fear

Fear of watching the sand fall from the hourglass

While I waste my life with someone who may leave me

Loving you brings me joy

A perfect world is found in the reflection in your eyes

The sound of your voice can calm the fire burning in my chest

You gave me warmth when I needed it the most

And for that, I accept all that loving you has to offer

The hurt, the fear, the joy, and the doubt

Because I know no matter what

I’ll always choose you

Reviews

[JayG]

• Loving you means knowing you will hurt me.

Umm...Susan, is that you?

Seriously. Someone we know nothing about has written a letter to someone unknown, for unknown reasons. Meaningful to you, but what's in it for the reader? The language isn't particularly poetic, and quite frankly, the person speaking sounds like the typical battered woman, hurt again and again, but always staying because they convince themselves he'll change, or that they owe him for having once or twice acted like a decent person.

Not your intent? Then stop taking TO the reader as if they have context for things only you know. If the protagonist is willing to stay with someone because they once were decent, make the reader know why, not just the fact of it. Make it so real they tell you it's a wise choice.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed reading your poem, Olivia. It was both sad and an unsure hopefulness. Spoken more on the reality of love, then its dream.