The Weight of Love

A Heart Like Mine

I love too much, and that’s the issue. Or is it?

If you were to walk the path I have, you would notice that the choices I had were to die or to love.

It would have been easier to die.

I contemplated it, metaphorically and literally.

I was enticed by the relief it would bring as its lullabies would sing me to sleep.

But for some reason, I’d choose the weight of love. Over and over again.

Forgiveness would strip me of the entitlement I thought I deserved.

The fortified trust I had worked on would fall,

Only to be rebuilt in three days.

My heart would break, and I would only bleed love.

And so, I love too much.

Not as a consequence of wanting to be loved,

But rather as a result of choosing the weight of love time and time again.

It’s pierced my being, acknowledged my past and transformed me.

I am not afraid of love because it is all I have ever known.

By Lusu Mwah (written sometime in June 2025)