And maybe love isn’t always
a passionate kiss and intimacy,
a tight embrace that whispers,
“I’m sorry. Let’s not fight,”
than spilling words out to each other
in the heat of the moment that you would later regret.
Maybe it isn’t about buying her black lace underwear
expecting her to wear it for you every night.
Maybe it’s leaving her pill bottle next to her phone
with a glass of water — with lemon, of course — as a reminder that things
can get better with a little help.
Maybe love isn’t about giving 50-50 each way.
Maybe it’s about giving 100
when that person’s greatest demons
come to visit for the day.
Maybe love isn’t about writing how beautiful her body was the first time you saw it
and how you’d have never seen anything more raw and natural.
Maybe it’s about writing how she makes your soul dance in the rain
and how it also makes your heart ache from time to time when both sides are being stubborn.
Maybe it’s not about saying I love you every second of every day,
but showing in the simplest of ways like, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”
Maybe it’s not about a vow that you both swear to keep but an understanding
that sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes they do.
So because I love you,
I want you to recognize your own value
because you’re a lot more likely
to put up with mistreatment
that you don’t deserve
if you don’t.
I do not want my love
to fill the empty parts of you.
I want to remind you
that you are yours
before you are ever anyone else’s.
I’d like to help you—
remember that we are always friends first,
before we are lovers
so if the time ever comes that we
go our separate ways
that is okay.
the sky is still the sky without me,
I cannot stop the clouds from coming,
nor move the ones already there,
and so once more,
that is okay.
And because I love you,
I want myself to be so complete,
I could light up the world
I want to have you
‘cause us two as a whole,
can set the sky on fire.