when love ends, it does not end
it keeps floating endlessly, still
it is just a relationship that ends
or an illusion, also named projection
of one’s own desires
unto the other
when love ends, it never ends
it keeps driving us mad
what we have to bury
is our childish wish
to find oneself
in the other
love is endless
what is limited is our dreams
if we fail to live them
what has to end is the lies we tell ourselves
the fairy tales that we make up about ourselves
the realtionships we are unable to live
love begins as a tiny blossom
within the centre of ourselves
and if we can’t let it grow
within our own hearts
to nurture our souls
we’ll remain unable
to carry it outside
into this world
to the other
