Not a poem-ish..

A Poem by Mandy

Tough love vs. fake love. Let the TOUGH live on!!

Tough love, in the utmost wrong way.
Vs.
No love, fake and sweet for so long, then cut off without warning with no final closure.

I love tough loves open ends.
Sad but true, if it seems rocky, yet solid in the long run at the very same time, it's most likely genuine in the subconscious of the subject(s), but if it seems goody and perfect, without a fight or bump along the way, you can almost bet that that subject won't be a subject in your life forever.

But keep in mind those open ends from tough love.
We don't go back when we hold good intentions, even if it may appear that way.
We only go forward, with tough love in newer stages.

We can easily mourn the loss of sweet, fake love through the renewing of tough love, but it's best kept in yesterday.

Am I before, after, or am I right now?
I don't know where my mind exists, but my body's right here.
Right in this moment, on this date.

I apriciate tough love, because it's real.
At least that's what I think I know.

Anyone can take the truth and sugar coat it, and call it love.
You can call a sugar coating from the heart.
And usually, one will fall for it.

But it takes something deep, genuine, and not fully established or written in stone to really rise you up to the next level.

Am I on my way to that next level?

Love is never planned; it can't be. People have no way to detirmine how they'll feel tomorrow. Only through ever-lasting tough love, love you have to use your brain for and really work twards, can you ever truely find yourself.

Now let's take a subtle look at where I am, and how I got here...

Was it through fake love? Or was that something I just stuck out because I couldn't bare to throw away an antique, or that teddy bear I've had since I was so young? Was I being a pack-rat? Did that fake love serve a purpose? Well, according to the butterfly effect, YES. So no, I don't hold regrets.

But didn't I more so get to where and who I am through tough love? Considering I know myself inside better than anyone else, I'd say yes. And because of that, I know I'm right.

So I'd like to give a big thank you to tough love.

Something feels real...