Real
I never understood love
Thought it a lie
A lie like all the others
The ones about
Sticks and Stones
and
Time Heals.
Guess what's what happens
when you don't see love at home
When all you see is
yelling
and two divorces
and unhappy "for the kids."
When all you see is
resentment
and backstabbing
and blame
and blame
and blame
When that's all you see of "love,"
it's hard to imagine that two rings means forever
Because they don't
I never understood love
until my heart was so full it broke
Despite what people would try tell me, I know it's not
a beautiful sunrise
or expensive chocolate
or the warmth of freshly dried bath towels
yes, even the fluffy ones
because it can't be described by any of this world's things
that I can touch or see or taste
It's the whispers of sweet somethings;
for love is so, so far from nothing
It's holding hands under the table;
not for fear, but for a sense of adventure
It's shared laughter
and grief
and happiness
and tears
It's a feeling so full
your heart might break
Love is the beautiful truth;
the only truth that is real