Writing Life1 min read
Someone to Stay
The love I imagine, the love I grew up with, and the little girl still waiting in between.
i imagine love
as a feeling of complete trust.
no walls,
no secrets,
nothing left to fear.
where darkness is only a shadow,
and the light is something
we create between us.
where even the monsters
of my past
wouldn’t dare enter.
i imagine the quiet moments,
the warmth of being held,
the certainty of knowing
someone will stay.
but i grew up with another kind of love.
the loud kind.
doors slamming,
fists hurting,
empty promises,
and later, in my own,
me fleeing.
the fear of being left,
the urge to leave first,
the endless questioning
of everything i thought was real.
i’ve spent my life
searching for a love
i’m not sure i’d recognize.
perhaps the bedtime stories lied,
perhaps love was never meant
to feel like a fairy tale.
or perhaps
the little girl who was left behind
is still waiting
for someone to stay.
and no matter how much love
stands before her,
she’s still searching
for the one
who walked away.