I wish I knew what love was.
The kind that didn’t one day fade when
times got too hard and patience ran too thin.
The kind where an argument does not call for clarification
of the status of the relationship.
The kind where communication is valued,
I messed up, you messed up, we’re sorry,
now let’s make sure our actions match up with our acknowledgements.
The kind where it doesn’t drain me,
where I don’t feel burdened to care about you more than myself.
Where I don’t feel like I’m holding myself back.
Where I don’t feel like what we had was never real.
Where I don’t feel like I’m weak for continuing to feel what you don’t.
Where I don’t feel like I’m responsible for my own heartbreak.