enough

To whom it may concern,

Love. Love is a confusing thing. Theres a dichotomy in love, as wondrous and mysterious, and elusive as it can be. It can be as equally destructive. There must be a balance within its walls. never fifty fifty at all times.but in the end, looking back at it all... you see the minute teetering, of one hearts weight against the other. that is the balance. that is the balance of love... this line of thinking, its nature lies in regret. more so at the end. But while in love, while in mid-breath...its nature lies in Hope. A hope that, the faith you have in the other, will find that middle ground, that balance, at sometime.

at some point, in love, when one gives all, and is exhausted. the only thing that will get them through. is the recognition of what has been given. a measurement must be made by the one who has taken. In that taking theyve left a void, in the one who had willingly given.

That measurement, is a recognition of an imbalance. That measurement, should set forth a course of action to find that...place. that place of solace, and justification to the heart thats been left wanting. and the only person who can accomplish this justification and balance. is the heart that has only taken. if they are unwilling to return the love, and heart theyve taken. in the way, and time that matters most.

Then there is nothing left to love.

if you look at your relationship now, and feel youve given, and compromised too much of yourself. and see no return, now, or in the future. you are plotting your own suffering. your own broken heart. this is where i am. I have done everything i can to find ways to silence a screaming broken fucking heart. and the only solution, is love returned. something to show me that this person cares, and that all of my pain was not in vain. and her admission, that I "didnt do enough". resulted in me writing this.
i dont want her to return anything to me. Im done with caring about anything. nothing is worthy of love, if it isnt willing to show it in return. im stopping writing now, because im getting angry.

to anyone ive dreamed of, thats never given me the opportunity to show my heart.
truly, and unrestrained. im sorry for your blindness.

-me