I’m still learning
How to grow through
The storms
I’ve been handed.
I’m still
Trying
To learn how to
Love
Completely
Without losing myself.
You see
My love is
An ocean,
Yes,
But not as gentle
As a tidal wave.
My love is a
Tsunami.
She erupts
And crashes
Ferociously,
Leaving complete
Destruction in her wake.
You see,
It’s not her fault.
She’s never known
“A medium love”.
She’s only known
All you’ve got
Or
Nothing at all.
She is learning
As am I
That this is okay.
She, my love,
Is an over thinker.
She’s always had to plan
For whatever could
Happen.
Her heart started
To not be able
To handle being
Broken
Over and over again.
She learned
How to build her walls.
How to make them of industrial steel
Because at least she could say
She didn’t give herself
To someone
Who never deserved her.
She’s only ever known
That when you love someone
You love
Every piece of them.
Every wrinkle,
Every story,
Every nook,
Every cranny,
She doesn’t understand
“Surface relationships”
They break her heart.
She knows you take someone
For exactly who they are;
Just as they come,
When you love them.
She knows compromise.
They’ve been intimate
For many years now.
Compromise
Dressed himself in pretty promises,
Of change
And breathtaking hues
Of white lies.
My love has known
How to compromise
For so long,
She once forgot
That she was
Perfectly valid
For all of the things she was.
My love,
She was so busy,
Trying to make herself
That exact shade
Of melancholy gray
He wanted
She forgot
Just how brilliant
The hues of her
Tsunami
Shined.
Compromise wanted so
Badly
To dull
The luminescence
Of my love
That he began to pull away.
Made my love feel as though
She
Was shameful.
“Too much”
“Too cheesy”
“Helpless romantic”
You see,
My love,
She felt all alone in this
Intimacy
With compromise.
She didn’t realize
How many people
Would love her
Just as she is.
My love wanted so badly
To be that dull
Monotone
Gray.
To simply
“Blend”
To the pavement.
She was already so used
To being walked on.
My love stopped believing
A person
Could make her heart look—
Feel like
A warm technicolor sky
She couldn’t find it
In herself
To believe
In magic.
Believe me,
She wanted to.
She’s learning that
The stormy,
Inanimate encounters she had
During her intimacy
With compromise,
Do not mean
She is
Wrong
For the fire,
my love,
she ignites.
She’s learning
How to tell
Who is deserving to be
Wrapped up
Tightly
In her warm dreamcoat
Of love.
She’s learning
She’s not
“Too” anything.
Not for the right people.
She’s re-learning
The entrancing magic
Kindness has
Especially
On herself.
My love,
She is the stars,
The fairytales,
The storms,
And the
Explosion of sunset gold.
She is kind,
Even to herself
Even when that is the last thing
She wants to do.
She’s learning.
Be patient with her.
Be patient with me.
-arl
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