A Poem to the Wounded Masculine

That brilliant mind of yours

has become the cage of your soul

I am in flow, you want control

This pattern recognition let's me see it all.

I want to connect, you want to perform.

I know you feel the same way,

but you won’t let yourself go.

Being underestimated is painful, you know?

But I loved you with all of your flaws.

I can’t control how you perceive me, love,

and I don’t know how to perform.

Your mind takes over our love.

And so there goes the lifetime

we will never know.

And I just watch how you destroy our powerhouse

before it began.

Wherever you are, don’t be scared, amor.

We ain’t making it out alive anyways.

For to love is to know loss it’s part of the game.

What can you loose other than heaven on earth?

For to control is to murder love.

I can’t stop your fear pushing me away, baby boy.

But if you don’t let go, you will never know true love.

PS:You don’t have to be in control in love.

Andrea Espinoza