I and Me

For far to long I have fought for, I have struggled for, I have chased This abstract notion This fallacy called “True Love” “I” had found it Or so he thought What “it” was Never seemed to stay Yet it left behind A sea of doubt A clouded mind A heart so numb So unsure So insecure So damaged by “True Love” What was “I” to do? With a heart so numb So badly molded Into such a sad Excuse Of a heart? Nothing he thought “I” pushed through The nostalgic winter nights The nostalgic summer days Yet despite “I’s” endeavors So clouded So unsure So insecure So damaged So numb A heart Remained Will “I” ever see “me?” Will “me” ever see? Who am “I?” Who is “me?” I am who “I” am Me is who “me” is So then do “I” and “me” Deserve to be Or will “I” forever be Without “me?” For longer still This question burns Only now “True love” Claims itself to be However now, Both “I” and “me” Can see Clouded, Unsure, Insecure, Damaged, Yet they see Yet they feel “I” question the feeling The sight The insecurities Even “me” questions it all Afraid to relapse Terrified to fail Can “I” at least try? Can “I” chase the fallacy called “True love” Hoping for “me” to find Love