So Long

For so long,

I spent suffering at the hands of your anger.

Your love hit me harder than anything,

The pain was worth hurting for.

With every strike came an act of love.

It hurt, but what is love if it doesn't hurt?

If there is no pain, no tears, then it is not love.

If there is no screaming, then it is not love,

But the screaming came from you,

The crying, from me,

But without it all, is it not love?

For so long,

I spent trying to understand the way you loved me.

For so long,

We were playing toddler and stacking blocks,

And you knocked me down time after time again.

Is this love?

.

.

Then, I found my glue.

Glued my eyes shut to stop my crying.

Glued my bricks to keep me from falling apart, but I still fell.

He loved me like you did,

But differently.

I still hurt all over again,

But it is all I know.

This is love, even if everyone tells me it's not.

Even if it hurts.

This is love.

~ Sleepy