a poem
your silence was a gift
your anger was the seed
of the freedom I never gave myself
but you forced me to achieve
we don’t choose the ones we love
and we don’t always get the ones we need
love is never a mistake
but sometimes it makes us bleed
in every lover’s embrace
lies the promise of tomorrow
and in every heart we touch
the risk of epic sorrow
and yet we take the risk
every chance we get
because to live without love
is to die in regret
