I didn’t fall in love with you.
A choice was made, perhaps years ago
Unbeknownst to me, to endure
Lesson after lesson dealt out by worthless hands until I was left
Empty, holding onto the promise that
Time will heal all.
I retreated like a wounded animal to the
Darkest corners of my mind,
Drunk on consumption, living to extremes like
A savage. I consoled myself with the vague belief that the words
Would never come from happiness, only pain, and so I lavished in agony
High on my own suffering, secure in the belief that
Nothing would ever feel so pure again –
And then there was you.
I didn’t fall in love with you; I first
Fell in love with myself and in you I found each imperfection and
Each triumph reflected in
A different pair of eyes, the same words rolling off of
A differently accented tongue.
In you I found the solace I had given up on; in your laughter
I found answers to each question I had grown too afraid to ask.
With you, I understand love in all forms: all-encompassing
Free of judgement, full of promise, rife with passion.
You inspire within me hope. Your deft fingers coax
Prose from me like a maestro. Your tongue plays my
Spine like a pianist and under your gaze I melt into
A woman less, a deity more.
Years from now, when they ask me to describe love or
Happiness or euphoric bliss, I will explain to them a
Monday morning, in bed with you, listening to the
Birds carrying in the sunrise.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Poi è nato il nostro folle amore.”