I Love You, So That Means I Want To Protect You
I know I can’t save you from this world. Rationally, I know that. No matter how hard I try, something out there is going to hurt.
I know I can’t save you from this world. Rationally, I know that. No matter how hard I try, something out there is going to hurt.
You warrior with a purple heart.
You lover with a Grand Canyon of possibility.
There is so much space in you.
That’s a good thing.
You kiss me and it’s like nothing has ever hurt,
but that’s a lie,
we both know I have felt dirt on the grave.
When it gets really bad, I think about leaving all of this life I’ve created behind and being your copilot. I’m not one for reckless decisions; I don’t take well to disrupting my routine. But you were my exception. I’d follow you without fear.
I’ve been struggling trying to find the words to accurately describe just how big of a loss this is. And maybe that’s because there aren’t any. Not really.
A good lover never lets you forget
that you are part of it,
you are as in control
as they are.
You showed me what it means
to love through hatred,
to be strong in vulnerability,
“What you feel is valid.”
You turn me back into something primal,
I’m on all fours.
You’ve been known to give yourself inspirational pep talks.