I look into his eyes so wild so untamed. I see something else but it can’t quite be named. Maybe it’s fear or maybe it’s shame. I hear his words and think maybe it’s true, maybe we don’t need love, maybe we can choose. Maybe happiness is in the freedom that comes from being alone, maybe we don’t need another soul to feel at home. But if this is true, then why do I feel a greater peace only when he’s next to me. Why is it that only with him, do I feel free? We’re in a battle of loving and being unloved, with no help or guidance from above. We’re losing battles and hoping to win the war, while everyone seems to be keeping score.
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