Elucidating Questions

Am I really okay with the first love being the last love

Doesn’t equate or equivalate.

I just want you to believe me.

Because I always get turned away.

Showing up with hands full of love to pour all over anyone who accepts.

They push my hands away and fold them in on themselves.

Crushing the offered love with them.

It’s just another piece of my heart, I whisper.

But I wanted more than anyone anything to have you believe me.

I just want you to believe me.

That I love you so much it hurts every day within this swirling mess that is

Universe

Galaxy

Solar system

Earth

So much spinning

I can’t keep track

This and that

Going and going

But all I wanted

Was for you to see the love I had and say you thought so

Like it was expected

Don’t you see my love?

Don’t you believe me?