Choose safety or love.
If you think it’s safe, it’s not love—
She only pretends to love you.
The more you love her,
The more she turns to safety—
Where paintings and words are a blur.
I know, because she reached out to me
When you thought she was loving you.
I was ugly. Tomorrow came to her safely
Because I didn’t love her. She had no doubts. She knew.
You only want to be certain,
Now, in your grief,
Why she disappeared behind the curtain
And what she does behind the curtain now,
And if love is love, how
Love can hurt and betray all love.
The problem is, you want to be certain
If she was certain
When she disappeared behind the curtain
And was she running from love?
You loved her. She was certain.
And yes she was.