Spilled Tea

Loving Deeper

I have heard the voices
that admit that I love
deeper than most.
I am 'rare' and 'different.'
I cannot completely
confirm this,
because who can truly
read everyone in order
to make this conclusion?
I watch and make assumptions
that love tends to hurt me
more than others.
I show my love
more than most
and I hold onto it.
Maybe I do love deeper
and I think this could be
considered a compliment,
no matter how much
the actual action can truly
tear up everything inside of me.
I write hundreds of words
that form into books
about people who will
possibly write a page about me,
maybe not even a sentence.
The majority of the time,
I do not mind. I like my art.
Others like my art.
These people that I devote
so much time to could
speak the words
and I would run miles.
They would maybe walk
or run a couple of steps
if I begged.
Throughout all of this,
all of my love is still for them.
It has always been for them
because they are the only ones
who have pulled that
feeling out of me.
So tell me,
does loving deeper
still seem 'beautiful' to you?