Loving You (Ben Hardy)

Loving you was wandering

into chaos and calling it beautiful.

Loving you was seeing things for

the first time and seeing them

whole: the pain, the scars, the

faults , and knowing that they are

perfect.

Loving you was loving everything

wild and free.

Loving you was the breath before

the laugh and sadness in every

falling tear.

Loving you was maddening, and

perfect, and maddeningly perfect.

Loving you.

(Poem by Ariana Love)