They never told us this,
That love also comes with small wounds.
We grew up believing
if it hurts, it cannot be love.
A made up sweet story,
told to help us sleep tight.
While truth walks barefoot,
seen and heard by us every day.
When two different people live close,
They often step on each other's toes.
not out of cruelty,
but simply for being human.
Sometimes we choose overselves first,
In the process, we forget to love them.
Not because we wish to hurt,
but because even good hearts get tired.
When a partner speaks without thinking,
We look at them and wonder, is this really them?
This is not failure of love,
This is the beginning of a true relationship.
Love is not the absence of pain,
It is the strength to stay in it.
When the pain passes, we end with a sorry,
meaning we chose to stay beside each other.
There are no perfect partners, it is a myth,
But there are people worth keeping,
those who stay during storms,
who sits beside you to rebuild what was lost.
In the end, love asks only one thing during conflicts,
When two people hurt each other,
Will they choose forgiveness over separation,
and after the mess, choosing to stay, again and again.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
