We learned the hard way
in our youth.
Thought we had figured it out,
maybe turned a corner on things.
Opened our eyes,
and started to admit
what was real
and what was fake.
Turns out,
I was wrong.
I guess the allure
of an ingrained fantasy,
is a tough thing to ignore.
Especially when we have
so little willpower.
When we want
to smoke and drink,
and disconnect
from everything real
that ever made us feel
anything.
This shitty thing is,
in the fantasy,
you lose the good
and the bad.
Every time
we turn away from reality,
we turn away from love,
because love is real.
It could be,
that it’s love
we’re really running away from.
Pain and trauma?
Man, that’s easy.
They only hurt you once.
But love,
that’s a wound that never heals.
A gaping hole in the flesh,
exposing the heart.
I guess we don’t know
how to do love right.
We don’t know
that love can be armor, too.
Love can be strength,
and fire,
and the power to dispel fear,
but I don’t think we know that, yet.
We just keep turning away,
logging on,
taking in,
dropping out,
fucking up,
and losing hope;
because we’d rather have a lie,
than real love.
HG – 2020
Great post 😁