I watch as he slowly dies in a lifeless relationship. A relationship with no heartbeat or soul. No passion or connectivity.
I watch as it drains his life force. It robs him of his will, steals his brilliant creativity, and his joyful spirit.
I watch as his very essence screams out for affection. To be cherished. To be wanted and heard.
I watch as he yearns for love. A higher form of love, with a sense of oneness. Two beings uniquely intertwined mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
I watch as he lets her destroy everything great about him, only to cast him to the side once he is a shell of his former self.
I watch my soulmate. Powerless. For he thinks he is in love, when he does not know what love truly is.
I watch the heart of my soulmate break when she leaves him. He mistook her emotional abuse as love and became dependent on it. Addicted to it.
I watch as he withdraws from the world. Disconnected. Swallowed by pain and despair.
I watch as he questions his self-worth. Wondering why he is not good enough, when I know he deserves so much more.
I watch, waiting for the right time to attempt to fix him. He is another man broken by a woman. The same as the countless women destroyed by men.
I watch, surprised, as he picks himself up. Regaining his confidence. He is strong enough to collect the shattered pieces of his soul and mend it on his own.
I watch the smile come back. The charm. The wit. He becomes “him” again.
I watch and wonder if he is ready to know what love truly is.
I watch as he notices me. Notices me as more that a friend. The one who has always been by his side.
I watch as he realizes what was always there. The spark. The connection. The need he always felt for my presence.
I watch as his feelings grow. As he understands the depths of our uniqueness. Our spirits unite and our energies converge into one. We are perfect.
I watch as our love blossoms like a stubborn flower out of the snow in the dead of winter. We outshine the dark, cold world.
I watch no longer. I enjoy our life as it was always meant to be. Two beautiful souls, mated for life in euphoric bliss. Because, he finally understands what love truly is.
6 thoughts on “The Watcher pt. I-III”
All 3 of these put together are fire bro… you should read them at a poetry night somewhere
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I want to but I’m stage shy 😂
Bruh. I told you this was 🔥 when I first read them on social media. Amazing. Looking forward to more of these.
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Your name 😂 Thanks bro!