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A lover (let me tell you my story)
I’m a lover, I have always been one,
When I was a kid, I loved arts,
And stories, those my parents read to me before bed.
As I grew up, I started loving movies,
And after movies, I started reading, then…
I started listening to music, and one day,
I decided to draw.
Then, as time passed, I started cooking,
But we all know, that at one point, the food isn’t there anymore,
So I picked up photography, and I used that,
As a way to make things last.
Loving…
Some say it’s a gift, a blessing.
But it often makes me wonder… if it’s supposed to be something good…
Why does it feel like a curse I can’t get rid of?
I look around, and everyone tells me to grow up, to chose
And honestly… I envy those people,
Those who were born to love once,
Those who don’t need to chose,
For them, things feel right, meaningful even.
And I wish that was me…
I wish loving would be that easy…
Because… I love so much, and I never really want to let go,
At least not of the things I love deeply,
And somehow choosing feels like a burden,
Deep down I know I have to choose,
But I can’t give up on loving
I’ve always done that, and change often feels scary.
If only I could love forever…
Maybe choosing would feel easier.
