when i love, i love hard.
i give you my all to make up for how long i’ve given only to myself
i may trip, but i won’t fall; i’m perpetually stumbling
who cares if i make a fool of myself if i get you to laugh out loud
i could disappoint the world  to make you proud

i’d be lying if i told you i haven’t been hurt before
but after all the healing i’ve had much more to gain
i recognize you must be worth the pain i’ve sought never to put myself through again

because through my sorrows of yesterdays 
i’ve learned new ways to approach tomorrows and todays

you have a way of speaking my language like no one else
or maybe there’s no one else i’d want to understand more
so your language is my second tongue,
we’re confluent
i’d practice with every breath in my lungs
to prove i’m fluent

I want the type of love that makes me write a poem about you 
cus I can’t help but to express how much I love you 
I want the typa love when i know her patterns 
and the she knows mine
when i don't need to ask whats the matter 
because we’re aligned
you don't have to say the words, they’re tugging at the back of my mind
because i know you, and you know me
we are not halves; 
but two wholes meeting at once
we’re capable on our own
but together we’re a force to be reckoned with
 

08/22/2023