Stay

I have this person in my life… someone I love, respect, adore, etc… and this person feels the same, or so they say…

But who cages what they love? Who sees your desire to run free and ties a leash to you?

Who watches you fight battle after battle and still sends you to the front line in their war? I say: “Please, I’m tired…” and they say that isn’t love. So I go. And I take the hits and I cry and it hurts… and I stay. Because they said that is love.

And everyone else can see. And they yell that it’s unfair. That it’s not healthy. But I was told that is love.

I tried to leave once. I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I hid in the dark and I didn’t make a sound. But I heard them calling my name… so I went back. Because they said that is love.

The first time everyone saw that I had come back, after going so far, they said: “Let me guess. Love brought you back.”

I said, no. Life brought me back, but love made me stay.