Realism of Love

Things are hard.
Sometimes I think of giving up;
you’re not the only one.

Some days I look to your face
and feel
support,
beauty,
calmness,
and the troubles of my mind subside;

then there’s the days when you make me cry
and a deep,
secretive,
undesirable,
secluded
part of me hates you.

Please do not disparage these times.
They happen,
to others and us both.

You light something in me
that I didn’t realise existed;
I never want it to go away.

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