My mother said it’s supposed to be simple addition
That you’ll know when you know
I always thought that knowledge was excluded
to those whose hearts didn’t bleed red but pumped pure iron steel
Hardened and cooled only to be softened
By the render’s smile
Whose heartbreak didn’t leave ink stains on their fingers
Lovers aren’t meant for those experiences
They are only meant to paint the picture
Present the words to the wordless
Immobilize the sensation
We all know it isn’t something to be seen
It’s something to be known
At first I believed the fulling was never for me
Only broken words and lies whispered between smiles
That’s what lovers are supposed to get

Writing about the unspeakable
Only gives way to the darkening
And creates demons seeking to consume
it’s beauty
Never had I known
The truth of knowing
Until he came into view with the sunset
And I knew
And even when I first looked in his eyes
I denied it
I’m already in love- this is how it’s supposed to feel. It’s supposed to hurt.
But it was always a question
Pushed far back behind thoughts I needed to be pressing
The knowing.
It was fear. But it was also confidence.


I’ve been afraid to write about my loves
For fear that the heavy words from my inky pen darken the path we take
But now I love a poet
And he is light

All I seek Is to give you
More words for your poems
But your poems are meant to reveal
The heaviness you carry
The burdens of others
And the complexities of life
I don’t want to show you those words
I seek
to show
That your best work isn’t when you’re falling in love
Or falling apart
Your best work
Is when you feel
I’ve learned with you
That there’s more to life than living
There’s also giving
And that your smile can repair
Even the most dismantled pieces
I’ve discovered
after all this time  
that you are my favorite song
And that love doesn’t hurt
When it comes from the right hands

I’m scared
If I’ll be too much for you
If you’ll turn away from me
If you don’t see
What I see
Am I playing myself?