All The Things I've Never Said Before - Part 6

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I am not the first person you ever came to love.

And you are not the first person I ever looked at

With the thought of forever.

We both know loss like the sharp edges

Of a knife. We have both lived with lips with

More scar tissue than skin. Our love came

Unannounced right in the dark hours of the night.

Our love came right when we had completely given up

With the thought of it never coming again. I think

That has to be part of its beautiful miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness.

You will hold me like I hoped you would. And our arms

will embrace each other like a well pressed promise

Like flowers in a book.

I will write all the sonnets and I will write novels to the scars you have on your body. I will write an entire dictionary of all the words I have ever used trying to describe the way that it feels to have finally found you.

And I promise I won't be afraid of the scars that you have.

I know that sometimes it's still hard to let me see you

In all your little imperfections,

But please know,

On the days when you burn

More brilliant than the sun

Or the nights you collapse into my lap

Or when your body is broken into a thousand pieces and questions.

You are still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I will love you when you are still bright and shiny.

And I will love you when you are an absolute hurricane

If there's one thing that I may tell you

You will be reminded that You are your home.

Your body is the only house

That you will ever truly own.

Maybe it has some broken windows and cracks in the doors, and maybe there are some tear stains on the floor Or maybe you lock the things you wish you weren't

Behind its many doors.

But that is where I will know there is wisdom on its shelves.

And a laugh to light up the room.

Maybe there is a beautiful vase on the kitchen table

Where the love you've grown all blooms.

Dreams sit on the mantelpiece

Next to kindness and your trust.

Where you use them all so often

They have no time to ever collect dust.

So please don't look at those mansions

With that envy in your eyes.

There's more than its appearance or its size,

Your body is your shelter

So you deserve to love all of it.

Don't let the world stand around outside

And tell you how you should paint your walls.

How lucky it is that you have somewhere

To protect you from the night,

And if there's cracks left from the past?

Well then they just let in more light