Bodies in My Closet

LXI

I'm not sure I know what love is.
Wanting to protect somebody
not because of how fragile they are,
but because they matter to you
is something I conditioned myself with.
Running your fingers through their hair,
the hair you messed up
by pulling it because they like it,
and now you let them
rest on your chest because
loving them is what you're trying to do.
I'm not sure of what love is.

- I Hate the Fucking Flashbacks of Your Beautiful Smile