LP: Unleash

How should I be loved?

With fire and fight?

Extremes with no middle, no end?

Only the salt of sweat,

the heat of tears,

the constant rumble of apology.

Yet I crave its burn.

I want to push past your edges.

Feel the madness it stirs in your starless spaces.

Then ask you to unleash it.

Have it come suffocate my pain under silk.

Fill my emptiness with fever.

And then later: regret.


It took me longer than most to define real love for myself. Give me tasty food then a movie and cuddle in bed and I’m all yours. Introverts are simple that way. But, it took a lot of soul searching plus copays before I got there. Before then, I thought love was all fight and fuck on repeat. When you don’t have good role models to show you what it feels and looks like to be loved in a healthy way, you’re mostly lost in a series of dark spaces until you figure things out for yourself. This piece is dedicated to those of us who are self-taught lovers.

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