Love is so foreign to me that I don’t know how to recognize it
I often mistaken love for kindness
And kindness for pity

Love is a language I’ve always wanted to learn
but will never speak

Your love was nostalgia
When you were around I longed for the old me
The girl who knew how to differentiate loneliness
from butterflies

One rainy night you grabbed my hand
It felt like a hundred bee stings
and I mistook it for a spark
I thought the shock running through my body was love
When it was only lightning

Love is a song I remember the  melody to
But mess up when singing the chorus
The foundation is there
but I always forget the correct words to fill in the empty spaces