How am I to teach myself
that rage is not love
that abuse is not love
that hurt is not love
that forcefulness is not love
when that is all i have ever known
when you are gentle
you do not speak in anger
you never raise your voice
you always smile
you always make me laugh
only kindness ever leaves your mouth
i feel like a child again when i am with you
before all the badness took over my life
i am hard
rough around the edges
but you
oh my you
you are so soft
your edges aren't even edges at all
they're soft landings
like the way a dandelion falls
onto the grass so gracefully
in the middle of spring
you are my hope again
you are my new beginning
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
How am I to teach myself
that rage is not love
that abuse is not love
that hurt is not love
that forcefulness is not love
when that is all i have ever known
when you are gentle
you do not speak in anger
you never raise your voice
you always smile
you always make me laugh
only kindness ever leaves your mouth
i feel like a child again when i am with you
before all the badness took over my life
i am hard
rough around the edges
but you
oh my you
you are so soft
your edges aren't even edges at all
they're soft landings
like the way a dandelion falls
onto the grass so gracefully
in the middle of spring
you are my hope again
you are my new beginning
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