Love in an Era of Solitude: Coupled No More
At the end of the day
It’s not about if we are opposites
Rather, one of us is uncertain
And the other is confident.
Confident in the individuals
Sharing space under one roof
Confident in radical self-responsibility
More than moments presenting as a spoof.
It doesn’t have to be hard
And it doesn’t need to be pointed outward.
Radical self-responsibility presents
As the opposite of coward.
His voice murmured
How different they are.
Her heart fluttered in disagreement
While they drove to drop him off in that car.
The heart knows
The two of them are one in the same
They both feel hurt and joy
Capable of experiencing bliss and pain.
It’s clear what he’s looking for
Happiness — like it’s a secret sauce.
Discrediting growth opportunity moments
From silent to screaming to get a point across.
What’s missing is the middle ground
The proof of effort being set forth.
Saying he can never do anything right
Yet hasn’t set foot on any course.
Distance doesn’t need to exist
They can civically cohabitant
During a pandemic, they could choose
To be kind and learn to relate.
He lied that morning
A truth he didn’t want to own.
It’s easier to point fingers
And speak in a nasty tone.
She wanted him to see
How that little example of non-communication
Is symbolic and one in the same
Of all of the other lies in compilation.
It’s simple to communicate, she believes.
Yet he chooses to make it hard.
By not speaking in a calm manner
And instead, wanting to spare.
A perfect example is this
He didn’t follow up with a gig
Said he really wanted it
Holding a shovel, unwilling to dig.
She wants to be appreciated
He doesn’t know what that means
Instead of embodying gratitude
Changes mind to the next scene.
There is no container of safe space
Not anymore.
Maybe there never was
Evident by how many times he bashed down doors.
She used to run and hide
Perhaps he liked that version of her better
Unbeknownst to him, she grew up
Now, an independent trendsetter.
Isn’t able to connect the big picture to the now
He dreams of having what other people do
Unwilling to do the hard thing first
Inner turmoil continues to ensue.
She’s there to catch him
Each time he falls.
She tried to build him a support system
A variety of people he could call.
Instead, he isolates
Only hanging out with people who share blood
Mommy and daddy disappointed
So he continues to play in the mud.
She hoped to get him unstuck
Invite him to see the world.
His tiny circle continued to shrink
A boy saw a woman as a little girl.
She grew too big for him
The realness was scary
She invited him to join
Him too scared to ever marry.
Perhaps they both know the truth
They are growing at radically different rates
Not a judgment value, rather,
A wake up to go on new dates.
Dates with life, with ourselves,
With other souls.
Red and white flags waving
The blatant truth taking its toll.
Move over, kids
The truth screams at a shrieking decibel
Any more reps of the same story
May just be combustible.
At this point, perhaps no amount of therapy
Or nights of hour-long talks
Will be able have him see her divinity
No matter how many moonlit walks.
All she asked was for respect,
Compassion, and love.
He never said what he wanted
When asked, he defaulted to “all of the above”.”
Not here for default
No life of “waiting to see what falls into a lap”
Fuck that noise
His passivity inspiring this here rap.
She lives out loud, on purpose,
And wanted the same for him.
He resented her follow-through
And options to sink or swim.
Sinking….
Sinking…
Further down than ever before.
Sinking….
Sinking…
Right through that coffee shop floor.
Maybe he was right all along
They really are living opposites.
She wants to sing and dance
He wants to be quiet and sit.
Or maybe he created that dichotomy
Thinking they are too different to collab
Instead of looking for the beauty
Focuses on his inner sad.
She sees all they have in common
Always speaking to his highest self
He says he doesn’t know who that is
Thinking the next supplement will suddenly fix his mental health.
Joining webinars, scrolling through insta,
Looking for the next best thing.
Hoping to board an existing flight
Instead of growing his own wings.
Him, a child of the moon.
Her, a child of the sun.
Sure they shine in opposites
But together, they are one.
One in the same
Two parts of a greater whole
“Well it wasn’t my idea”
Uninterested in joining her goal.
A dream of solidarity
Getting together the kindest of souls.
A community of radical self reliance
Where nobody needs to patrol.
Others are in,
Uber excited for the dream to sprout to fruition
He’s still looking for something else
And not interested in coffee she offered in the kitchen.
Then changed his mind moments later
A confusing moment for her
Yet he won’t put himself in those shoes
And then the yelling occurs.
She has abilities
Unbeknownst to that man
She wants to show him her heart and powers
But he’s drowning in his own quicksand.
She keeps trying to pull him out
Perhaps a psychological savior complex
Her self love and centeredness
To him is an intimidating flex.
Baby boy, she loves you
That inner child, current version, and highest self
She’s just not going to keep walking in the dark with you
If you keep tucking her away on a shelf.
Onward, we go.
Again and again.
Waiting for a plandemic to pass
To wear new skin.
No more waiting
Even for her.
Make your choice, mama.
You are your own cure.
