Book of poetry: 15 poems

The Loving

You asked me how I knew that he loved me
I just smiled and looked down.
I then looked at you and said,
I don't really know.
He just started to know when I was upset
without having to tell him.
He gave me space when I was angry
and pushed him away
yet he made sure I knew he would be there.
He loved the imperfections about my body
that I hated so much.
He kissed me softy,
not aggressively.
To him,
I wasn't just about sexual intimacy.
He wanted me emotionally
just as much as physically.
He respected when I just wanted to sit in silence.
He played with my hair and held me when I cried
he never had to ask why
or what was wrong,
he just knew.
He could look in my eyes
and know what to do.
When we argued, and I said I was sorry first
he would say that it's not my fault
he would take the blame, even though it was all me.
I knew he loved me because he never had to tell me
he just showed it
and I knew.

-zodiac.signs.infinity