Alloy

a codependent relationship

He loves me silently, as if he were dead.

He soundlessly hopes I will not shake his peace.

I am sorry I cannot be quiet, to pass away the time.

But my mind screams with thought, so speak I must.

 

My love for him is stronger than if it were pure,   

Because my love for him is an alloy of ardor and of fear;

Fear that if I am alone, I will be less of what is good,

And more of what is unworthy and weak.

 

I love him because his calmness allows me to live.

His stillness encourages me to dream, to try, and to fail.

He is serene like a dead man, just wanting some rest. 

He will gently watch while I melt away into weaker pieces.

Author's Note

Written in frustration, can you tell?