The Real Tough Love.

Love.

It was never you,

When you stole from me,

Beat me,

Hurt me,

Bewildered me,

Neglected me.

Because Love, you’re not tough.

Not Stealing, destroying, abusive Tough.

Not inhumane, poisonous Tough.

No, Love, thats not you.

Thats just what they said was you.

But,

The thing Ive realised is this.

You are Tough.

You are Strong.

Because you waited.

Because you appeared.

Because you told me, you were worth living for.

Because your voice called from within.

You were tough to stand and walk with me,

You gave me hope, yes love you did that,

Against the odds.

Shadows, Drowning unable to swim to any light.

Love it was never you,

But you were always within,

When I could let you help me swim,

When, eventually I gave in, to let you win

Let you in.

For real.

To believe that you would be true.

To trust that you are actually tough

and strong enough to hold on to.

When I trusted nothing other than me

(or being busy).

You loved me, unconditionally,

You loved me, to let me be,

Tough.

Brave.

Strong

and

Me.