you always found love
in places it never existed
in the cracks on the cushion
of my favorite chair
at the bottom of a
coffee cup the morning after
caressing each other
through light linen sheets
and heavy panting
everyone you came into
contact with filled you with joy
you found love in the back seat
of a car owned by a stranger
you found love behind a building
wrapped in cold wind and
unrecognizable fingers
with a heart that accepted everyone
you forgot yourself
I never expected anything
and you gave everything
your heart remained open
from an old intruder that
tore your doors off it’s hinges
left you naked in the night
ever since then nothing ever
stayed hidden except
your inability to love, right?