This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
i don’t like the whole “you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself” idea because uhhh
wow people who are hurt and abused and damaged deserve love just as much as someone else
love generally does not work when it’s one-sided. love is the interaction between one person and another entity, like another person or a book or a work of art
and usually when people have trouble loving others it’s because their previous relationships with people have taught them messed up ways of love
where do you think these people are going to learn healthy ways of love? from a magical wise space turtle in their heads? they have to go out there and love and hurt and make mistakes and learn what it’s like.
you can love someone the moment you start loving, okay? of course with time you eventually learn the deeper complexities and nuances, but you are not required to love yourself first
most of the time you can learn to love yourself at the same time that you love someone else