Trust Your Love? Poem by Lucy Azubuike

Life tribulations lead one to adapt in any possible way:
Lies Like cancer; undermines its detriments
Why do we lie to ourselves?
The lie is the cancer
A lie you tell yourself
A means to adapt
A means to adapt?
So:
You say yes to lies
Feel good about lies
You plucked my eyes to punish me
You helped me heal
You stayed with me at the hospital; months on end
You mourned with me
Yet you plucked my eyes
You got me a hoody to cover-up
You are so kind
You love me not because you love me
But because
You love to love me
How can one love oneself when one does not know what love is
Love definition becomes an infatuation
Love becomes possession
Love becomes your power
What is love?
Love is what you think is love
But
How does your mind work for me to trust your definition of love
Your mental clarity is blurred
You are not you
You don't recognize yourself
Not in the mirror
Not in your mind's mind
Yet you think you are so kind



Lucy Azubuike
November 2019