I was not made for fickle hook ups, casual dating or plain, old fucking

I wrote this one when I was seething with intense emotions that drove me to spit out all my thoughts into writing. Though, I do believe in every single word I’ve written in this one (even though I may act otherwise, sometimes).

i was not made for fickle hook ups, casual dating or plain, old fucking

i was never made for
fickle hook ups
casual dating
meaningless flirting
and plain, old fucking.
no, i was made for love
love, not only from another
but from myself
i was made for the strength in character
that i can build when i’m empowered by the one who holds my hand.
i was made for the reverence of my other,
the growth in being alone, yet with someone beside me.
i was made for that absolute ecstasy of watching the person
i have seen struggle before
breaking through the barriers
and coming into themselves.
i was made for fiery battles against my demons
overtaking them, by will of my own personal strength
while my other fought their own
i was born for a love so strong, so pure, so independent
that it burns through the days,
destructive, yet caressing.
i was born for the drama of fighting for a love like that.
within me, and otherwise.
i was made for the forever kind of love.
lingering, spurting, flowing.
i was not made for fickle hook ups, or casual dating or plain, old fucking.
i was made for the magnificence of permanence that plagues hardships
i was made for the hard, gruelling and destructively difficult thing.
i was born a fighter.
both for myself, and for my other.

5th April, 2020