Monday, September 17, 2012

When you are gone

I like to think I'm a strong, driven, self-sufficient woman.
I like to think I choose you out of desire not necessity.
But then you leave,
And suddenly I'm a hot mess.
My weaknesses seem glorified when you are gone.
I'm not half as good as I would like to be.
My dependence on you is magnified.

When you are gone,
I realize how much better you make me.

With you I am constantly getting better.
With you I am strong and driven.
With you I am all the things I want to be
You make even my weaknesses seem admirable.
You seem to cover my multitude of mistakes,
And pick up where I slack off.

When you are gone,
I am exposed.

My faults seem larger;
I feel like a smaller person,
When you are gone.
All the little things you do,
They suddenly seem important.
Who will carry me, my love,
When you are gone?

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