Love Chain Poem by Jos- -siea

I can forgive you
To set myself free

I remember when I was enough
When I could just be me

I remember when you loved me
In your own special way
When we could just exist together
And drift throughout each day

I remember when I ran
So far away
In fear that you would leave
But I convinced myself to stay

In the hope that you loved me
The way that I loved you
In hope you loved me
in the same impenetrable way

Hope is a chain, to an unforeseen outcome
It connects you to your destiny
And what you cause yourself to become

I chain myself to hope when I fear because
Sometimes you create your desire
I chained myself to hope at the end
That I could free you from your fire

I chained myself to hope that one day
We would soar so much higher
And I chained myself to someone that could lie himself out of a liar

And part of me resents the fact in its nature,
That I revealed my true self to be rejected in feature

And that I conveyed that fear as an origin to my inhibition
To be trivialized and devalued
This is true love

So I took on a burden and I tried to fix myself
As if there was ever a point that could be reached
And I placated you with self-depreciation
So you could be sure I was lower than your station
If it wasn't my license,
it was my procrastination
If it wasn't my vices,
it was my initiation
If it wasn't my finances
it was my over-cerebration

And this is when I knew that I was in danger
This is when I lost my trust

When I felt that you were tired of us
When I started to feel like you were a stranger

And then I had the thought,

But what of your anger,
What of your rage,

What of your
Criticism,
Judgement,
Impatience

What of your self hatred,
Your unstable image
What of your endless and circling complaints?

What of your arrogance?
What of your ego?
What of your willingness to let me go
What of your small rejections of my small affection?
And how you only kissed me to lead in another direction?

What of your loyalty?
What of your commitment?
What of your circling amongst your enlistments?

If it's not you
it was her
If it's not you
it was me

And then spin the wheel to choose the next blame remittently


What would have happened if I had pointed that out consistently?
I would guess our relationship would have ended more quickly

Because you're stuck to the surface, dragged down by your core
And I was swimming in the mantle of someone I didn't know anymore