Sometimes love seems pointless. Like it ultimately doesn’t lead to any sort of happily ever after. It’s just work and heartache and disappointment and more work. Sometimes it all seems rather futile. Why even try? Why put yourself through it again and again?
I read poetry like this and it makes me think……….maybe it is possible. Maybe once we completely surrender to what is, what can be presents itself. Maybe?
I’m so tired of failing at this.
I wrote this yesterday. Inspired by Tara. I didn’t plan on publishing it publicly but……🤷🏽♀️