Because I Believed

Sleeping Man and Baby in Close-up Photography

    I believed

    the moments

    were about me,

    today I see they

    were always

    about you

    Did you know?

    You loved me

    to satisfy

    your need to

    be somebody

    who loved,

    when it was 

    convenient

    to love?

    I believed

    in my innocence,

    you loved me

    even when I knew

    I was unsure,

    I was insecure

    I relied on you

    to show me through

    the darkest of darks

    and the lightest of lights

    no matter what,

    Because, I thought you

    knew better.

    I didn’t know

    that I didn’t know,

    that you didn’t know,

    how to love unconditionally.

    ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

    Photo Credit- https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-person-cute-young-2133/

    #Poetry #Freeverse #Unconditional #Love

    Published by Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh

    Jay Mora-Shihadeh was born in the greater metropolitan area of Philadelphia, Pa. He attended The University of the Arts, in Philadelphia, Pa. receiving a B.F.A. in painting and drawing, as well as a certificate in Art Therapy. Jay’s artwork has evolved from experimenting with representational to abstract expressionism. He employs bold color that is direct and expressive. Physical, sometimes brutal uses of line shape and gesture are the hallmarks of his work. The artwork he creates today leans toward the mysterious. The work is emotional and somewhat ethereal in its exploration of color and form. He strives to grasp the unknown, the subconscious. As both an artist and a poet, spontaneity and process is as important to him as the end result. Currently he resides in Sarasota, FL

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