a confused thing

Your love is a confused thing

it is almost like the great love
of those who let you fly,
let you soar,
do everything in their power
to help you chase your dreams

your love is not
like the small, mean love of
those who seek to glorify themselves
at the expense of your ineptitude
forever stifling your growth

and yet,
whenever i was poised for
my most ambitious flights
you would hold me back,
almost like the mean lovers

as if you realize from time to time
that in my giddiness i could fly
away from you.
(and i do not deny
at least to myself
that that is my ultimate intention)
you would always
want me to come back
no matter how high i fly
(then what is the point of the flight
that you gave me?)

your love,
is a very confused thing indeed