i'm not being weak but seriously

what does it mean to love?

For the sake of the other

to one's self upkeep

by the other's doing

to slumber and lose sleep

to dig to the surface

of what one's self least scratch

to the soul of the other

incongruously match

To wound and to pain

through laughter and pleasure

to leave it to abandon

with every mean and measure

To love is to polish

with patience and tenacity

that tarnish that grows

on the other's assumed reciprocity

journey

it is effective

as it is essential

to plan an epic duck

to base your departure
on that  last little
 ounce of luck

to relieve one's self

from the ties

that routine progressively pulls

to rid one's self

of familiar commoners,

charlatans and fools

a space like no other

in its necessary middle

living in limbo's

solving

rhyme with riddle

a challenge

that when completed

assuages all temporary needs

a nuisance that also

one's demons feeds

And one day these
heres and theres will add up
to a life less ordinary
when everyone else's fed up.

that day one'll say
with conviction "Hooray!
i decided one day to just go"