The faithful lover remains steadfast in their love;
Constant, in their trust;
Fearless, and generous in giving,
without regard for gains and losses
—until they themselves are spent….
They accept what they are given
and never ask for more;
Sometimes, the faithful lovers
forget themselves as they continue to forgive
their lover’s sins of commission,
yet not forgetting; not because they are keeping score,
but to remind themselves
in the moments when they are alone
—perhaps during their countless monologues in the shower;
perhaps on nights that are too quiet
with only the chirping sounds of crickets left for company—
that love is real,
and that every sacrifice will be worth it in the end
—until they are numb, and no longer recognize themselves….
Oftentimes, the faithful lover deliberately
ignores their delicate boundaries,
breaching the fine line between compromise and blind submission….
However, when faced with the universe’s disenchantment,
even the weak can muster up the courage
to walk away;
shedding off their mottled skin that has lost its glow
—eroded by their endless abandonment of their old self
to accommodate and adjust to their lover’s demands,
Yet some who manage to walk away
forget to also forgive themselves;
they carry the blame on their shoulders,
asking what they lacked,
how or why or where they failed,
why they weren’t enough….
Some faithful lovers eventually find their peace, with time
—they are fortunate enough to heal, and find lasting happiness
amid the chaos and their struggles;
But sadly, some aren’t as lucky, and the blow pushes them
deeper into the mire
—losing themselves and never finding the strength
to look inside themselves and examine their scars,
instead they let it fester, and bleed…
and they bleed on others…
settling for dysfunctional affection and dependence….
Love begets love, and the faithful lover deserves a faithful lover too.