Still [A poem]

I’m still learning on how to be loved

No, not how to love—

I guess I’m good at that

But when I think of how I am loved

I find myself reeling in pain—

love was pain

I still think I can’t be loved—

because love is a one way street.

love was still

Yet this stone cold heart was shoved

by a Force so great it cannot hide

it shattered the one way street, 

it shattered the heartless pain.

I still thought it can’t be shoved

love was pain, love was still.

but still, still it crouched

I’ve always been Yours to adore—

Yours to keep,

Yours to cherish

But I never thought of this before—

as much as is, this one way street—

You are mine

I’ve never thought to think—

I’ve loved You once, 

yet You’ve loved me before

I knew You, before I received you,

and yes, You love me more.

Still, still, You are mine.

No! Love is a one way street

Love is still, love is pain.

but still, still, it crouched.

Still, still, it tore the walls

to the one-way street 

and made it two

Still, still, it bandaged all

wounds and disgrace

into one embrace.

Still, still, I have been loved.

And still, I will be loved.

And You will still be mine.