There are poems inside my heart
that haven’t found their way
to my shaking hands yet.
After the Storm Has Passed
I remember when I thought love meant pouring everything you had into a person’s broken bits and comprising on the parts of them that drove you crazy because love meant putting up with someone’s faults and trying all the time even when they weren’t because if it wasn’t easy it wasn’t worth it and the good girls always seemed to require my healing hands on their broken hearts but they never pressed their hands to mine with the same intensity that I loved them with,
Then I found you.
I found you and I realized two people could be a perfect match, that I shouldn’t have to compromise my happiness to create someone else’s because love, true love, meant that they were trying as hard as you were to make each other happy. Loving you meant that we were both pressing our hands to the chests of each other and it didn’t feel like healing so much as it did finding the piece I had always been missing. It felt like coming home.
is a six letter poem
that haunts your