Love is a metaphor (for all my flaws)

Loving as an action,

as work,

as a chore.

I know how to show up but I can't do much more.

I know to keep my heart clean,

I know I have to open the door,

I can't be bothered to start things,

to me,

loving is a chore.

A constant reminder of my disconnection from faith,

those around me who beg for more,

I deflect the things so easily given,

in time you'll find that my love leaves you waiting on empty shores.

I hear every sorrowful word,

every ounce of love your mind is able to pour,

I am not suited for "what if" futures,

Night in,

night out, 

loving me is a chore.