What It Isn't, and What It Is

Fri, 09/08/2017 - 16:50 -- Rotu

Becasue I love you

Isn’t an an answer

To the bruise blossoming on his face.

To the broken bones in his fingers,

To the fractured self.

It doesn’t permit the harm,

The damage done.

Four words doesn’t make

The flesh come back together,

The heart beat again

When so many words before it

Are what tore the body apart.

 

Because I love you

Isn’t the reason

To give him your body

When and where he wants.

To give her all of your time,

Your energy.

It doesn’t give him the right

To make you his,

To make your friends disappear,

Or for her to track you

Every hour

Every half hour

Every minute.

 

Because I love you

Isn’t an excuse

For distrust, for suspicion

Because I love you

Isn’t a basis

For shaming and lying,

For telling him he needs

To lose a couple pounds,

Or telling her

That she needs to put

More makeup on her face

To be beautiful.

For broken mirrors,

Shattered like diamonds

Reflecting back unseen beauty,

Or for fake smiles,

Like paper bags over faces

Hiding what you are

And becoming someone else.

 

Because I love you

Is whispered in the night

Under warm blankets

Where secrets can be shared

It is for when you feel

That you have no idea

Why this person is in your life

Or why they have stayed with you

Through the best and the worst.

It is for gifts,

When there’s no occasion,

And for compliments

And hand-holding.

It is the answer

To insecurities, to doubts.

The reason for being

Here with you,

Right now,

Together.

Where we were meant to be.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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