We borrowed our history,
collaging it together to create
a more appropriate narrative
where the building blocks
were cut from books we read
and movies we watched together.
We pretended to exist on a plane
where we cast no shadows,
existing only in fragments of time
skipping like a dreamscape
from narrative to narrative.
Falling in love is like
losing yourself
in someone else’s
heart,
only to find
a different version
of yourself
there,
beautified beyond
recognition.
It is only when we
learn
to love
the ugliness
within,
accepting that the
beast
is just another form of
beauty
hiding behind
self-loathing
and insecurity
that we can become
a whole rose
again
with days and days of
wild blooming
ahead of us.
Sometimes
your soul
ripples
through
your skin
and makes
landfall
on the shores
of another’s
heart.
A heart that loves
fiercely
breaks
ten times
during a day.
A heart that loves
faithfully
mends
ten times
during a day.
A heart that loves
unconditionally
becomes
a patchwork
of joys
and sorrows
with seams
of glowing stiches
sown together
by the resilient
soul.
Without
the heartbreaks
there would be
no healing,
without
healing
there would be no
glowing seams
uniquely crisscrossing
the living heart.
I’d rather
lose
myself
than see you
lose
in life.
I’d rather
be the one
crying
than see you
hurt.
And no,
this is not
a love poem.
“You”
are the one reading
this poem
and everyone
who is not.
You see,
if it is my
pain,
it is mine
to heal.
If it is your
pain,
it is still mine
but not mine
to heal.
I choose
to be
open,
to be
willing
to look for
ways
to love
you.
I choose
to forgive,
to understand,
to be generous of
your weaknesses.
I choose
to love
the way
you were,
the way
you are,
the way
you choose
to be
tomorrow.
we all need
each other.
I need you
to inspire me,
to comfort me,
to make me laugh.
I need you
to need me
to do the same
for you.
To love is to be present
for life’s struggle.
To be a ray fiercly burrowing
into the rawness of life’s
multilayered armor.
To choose not
to let go,
even when life pulls
you with it
into the abyss.
I’m on my way inside
the voyage in your eyes.
Wounded by the strength of your doors,
but love will pierce the sky once more.
