Love Means Stepping Back

For her I was always available,

So much that I forgot to be valuable.

I offered my care as a privilege,

Only because she mattered, this was my message.

I accepted rejection when it came from her,

I accepted hate when it came from her.

Everything from her was always welcomed,

Her smiles, anger, her love and even her hatred.

I lost myself trying to make her happy,

For my love was never about winning her heart,

But creating a place within,

For which I let my love go, even in pain.

It was a painful maturity,

A quiet heartbreak born from my curiosity.

My love will exist,

But it may not be enough, as she resisted.

She was more important to me,

Than us being together and to be.

Sometimes love means stepping back

Even when my heart begs me to hold on.

So, I walked away so she can choose,

What she needs and wants in life

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.