Love can be unfulfilling when it's used to fill a hole

As a way to stitch together what isn't there

Love like this leaves you feeling empty, without joy

So if it is used for such a purpose, is it really love?

Love is meant to build, not to destroy

 

The grass is always greener on the other side, as they say

But what if I was not walking in grass, it was thorns

It appeared lush and green, but with every step, I bled

So I was left aching and torn

 

When we need to be with someone to feel happy

It is a prison we put ourselves in

We become a slave to outside influences

Instead of the happiness coming from within

 

As the nightmare falls to ashes around me

I find bravery to face the unknown

Because ashes provide the foundation for new life to grow

Now seeds of joy and comfort are being sown

 

I have now grown a safe field of grass for my feet

My wounds are beginning to heal

I have now found peace within myself

There are no longer any holes left to fill

 

Sometimes the grass really is greener