Losing Ourselves

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Nothing is in this basket

Nothing but the rubble of my faith

The one that’s broken

 

 

This shiny thing

That we see in each other

Is it something worth losing ourselves for?

 

 

I sometimes wonder

Someday, when I lose my mind, I’d come back to this; Love.

But love, you have left your precious scars on my heart

 

 

The scars that I am too afraid to show to my lover

But… who is my lover?

Why do I refer to him as such, when I haven’t even… touched his face?

 

 

My lover

Is brave, is strong, is everything I’m not

Is everything I wish to learn

 

 

But my lover has another definition

One that makes it seem as if he’s the true enigma of beauty

And truth

 

 

He doesn’t see it, I wish he did

He means more to me than anything else in the whole entire world

And yes, if all of you out there are wondering, I am only a child

 

 

I am a child because I don’t know what I want

And yet, at the same instance

I do

 

 

I am a child because the very aspect of love

Does not define me

Does not have the accuracy as I’d like for it to have

 

 

To answer my own question; in short

Yes

It is something worth losing ourselves for