Love is Not a Chore

I’ve made not posting shit, my whole personality, just raw dogging life off that external validation dopamine hit. It’s been peaceful on this side, the scariest part being not knowing if it’s the detachment from social indulgence or the clarity keeping me here, possibly both. I’ll be honest, this is what most people resort to when in the trenches, but the stars sure do twinkle in an elegant glimmer down here, it’s simply breathtaking.

The trenches have this funny way of reminding you you’re fvcked up, guess when the mind can no longer bear the pain, it tends to cling onto memories as its last glimpse of hope coz explain why she’s been the highlight of my week despite never having spoken to her over the previous 3 years.

you never really know it when you’re in that space, when peace and lots of love are the order of the day, and if your mind is anything like mine, you don’t appreciate it, at least while at it. You’ll think, “This is just the surface, there’s more for me out there” only for you to realize Cupid thought you were mature enough to handle a keeper.

That kind of love does things to a man, It gives you these wild expectations that you think are bare minimums coz she made it look effortless, fun and worthwhile, only for the next baddie to turn it into a give-and-take competition and there’s no way I was taking part in such. That Kind of love sets you up for failure in the dating scene coz you’re out here like, I’ve been loved before and this ain’t it.

Inevitably, I fumbled, got my ticket to the trenches, a cosy stone for a pillow and an appetite for that fine love, like a food enthusiast trying to replicate the taste of some food they stumbled upon ages ago. I know I might lose out on good people and experiences tryna find this one love, but I’ve made peace with it, I’ll accept nothing less.

Furthermore, the trenches ain’t that bad, overtime The stone pillow softens to accommodate your head, there’s lots of introspection and the stars sure do twinkle in an insouciant manner down here. It’s way better than those Olympics y’all call love and being taken for granted.