"So, why are you not writing anymore?"
Because I am in love?
"Should you not be writing more then, pouring your heart out in poems?"
Maybe...
but how do I put into words,
this feeling of being content
with a person I never knew before
how do I tell you that this time
it is not about the butterflies or the
fluttering hearts and all those fuzzies
how do I describe the silent
promises that are made to take care
of the little giggling child inside of me
how do I explain to you all the tiny
details of our personalities that are changing
to fit perfectly like the pieces of a puzzle
how do I show someone what it
takes to be strong enough to get vulnerable
and compassionate enough to get responsible
how do I write about this serenity
and knowing that I will be safe in
the hands that keep pushing me to be better
I wish I had the right words to talk about
the kind of love that slowed my racing mind and
made me realise that every day the sun paints
the sky a bit different, every night the moon
reveals itself a bit different and I get to cherish
every version of it for the rest of my life.