Unfinished
You hear everyone in their poems say, "My mother once told me..." or "My father once said to me.." but no one ever said anything to me.
So when it came to love, I had no one to tell me that poetic advice that I could use in my writing, that I could use for a beautiful depiction, no.
The image of love was taught to myself, by myself.
So you'll have to excuse me if I don't always do it properly.
You'll have to excuse me if I can't write to you the ways I want to prove to you that you; you are love.
You are those words in others poetry.
You are the images depicted in that poetry.
You are the poetry that I can't write because those words that were never spoken to me.
You hear everyone in their poems talk about their loves being the wind that takes their breath away or the sight that makes their hearts beat like drums; thump, thump, thump, thump, thump
When I first heard these descriptions, all I could think was how crazy you'd have to be to want to feel like a rope tied around your throat restricting the abilities of your respiratory system.
How you'd have to be insane to want your chest to feel like it's going to implode or explode or I don't know, lose control like a drunk driver steering just too far off the road to where you stand watching the whole scene unfold.
But that was before I met you.
Before I realized that when someone steals your breath away, they are not acting as a thief, but showing you what it feels like to take a clean breath of fresh air without the contamination still resting at the bottom of your lungs, and it was then I realized that there is a difference between being breathless and losing the ability to breathe.
Before I met you, I didn't know that your heart going on a raging fit, beating and pounding at the walls of your ribs was exhilaration and excitement, when it comes to love, not the fear of being struck by someone else's front bumper.
So without the example of the previous generation to guide me towards what real love looks like, I have taught myself.
I have taught myself that it is...
