Baggage....time to lighten my load!

I'm half way through this book and I can honestly say that I love it!
Wish I had read this like 6 months ago, maybe I would have known then how to love.

How my passions, dreams and expectations do not automatically mean it will be respected by my partner as well.
That nagging someone about something I stand for does not mean they will pay it any attention if they are not ready.
I took a leap after love and cried the exact same tears done from the last.
Is it that my generation of black men are afraid of commitment?
Does being with one black women scare them?
I'll admit I've had my fair share of challenges and trust issues...
The bags in which I thought I had thrown away came creeping through my back door.
I brought along with my heart, a handful of baggage!
Bags in which he was not deserving of,
Bags in which he should not have had to deal with.
I brought my insecurities and fears.
I know now that I should have followed my instincts and addressed these concerns boldly.
Being in love with love got me caught in a game, again.
I was in love with a man who was in love with a woman who was in love with my man who was suppose to be loving me.
Triangled confusion, I kept it trucking.
Hoping that I was the cure to the heart's confused direction.
No, I am no one's answer to love.
I was simply myself, responding to what I thought had already been solved.
I should have left my bags and carried my confidence, sincerity, pride,
Heart, gentleness, forgiveness, humility, trust and love with me...
But instead I brought my baggage.
My bags filled with past hurts, with remembered lies, games and lines.
My bags were heavy, still on edge from the previous
I brought my bags to build my wall to protect the heart I should have shared unconditionally.
Yes, I loved my leo endlessly but my love was conditioned by the amount of pain I could endure.
I felt the blows from every dagger he shot at me when he said it was through.
I felt the sharp twists of the knife everytime I realized I had been lied to.
I felt the bruises from when he could only mention "I love you's" in theory
But easily spoke it through passing conversations with the other.
My bags built my fort so that I could predict every attack, and even then they failed me.
My baggage did me no good.
I'm working to lighten my load, so that my love is not weighed down by yesterday's tears.
Dieting my bags so that it's not holding yesterday's fears.
My love should not come in overwhelming the one I love.
Dropping my bags so that I can hold onto my love, heart, and future instead.
Praying for better tomorrow's starts with my own change.
No longer afraid of my hurt because I'm aiming for real love.
Love is blind, but my eyes are now open.
It was not all my fault, neither his.
But we will get it together and I will come back in his arms much 'lighter'.
No more drama, no more baggage.


>>>with all my love, forever and always love u dm.