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*Author’s note: “woman” can be used interchangeably with any gender/pronoun.
Hi, my love
I want to approach you with kindness
A warm energy for you to settle in to.
Sweet dear, come sit next to me
We’ll make some tea
Milk, sugar, honey—
All the fixings.
I have some questions that came to mind
Throughout this battle of the heart
That has left me feeling rather small
And I’m wondering
How I can settle
For a love so small?
How I can say that this is love
While they hold the hands of others?
I know you think what you have with them is love—
And I get it.
I thought what I had with them was love,
We are all just souls
Trying to find our way.
I know you think what you have with them is romantic
A little bit mysterious.
That they’ll choose you.
Searching for love
From an unavailable heart
Is an addicting game.
Sometimes it’s easier
Than searching for love
Inside of our own
People keep telling me
I should hate you
I should curse you
I should wish you two a life of unhappiness
But instead, sweet soul,
I am here to tell you
That there is love grander than the ocean waiting for you.
There are hands that will hold yours
And only yours.
There are hearts that will be so open for you
They will turn your whole body warm
Like a glass of red wine at dusk.
There are arms that will wrap themselves around you like branches of the old willow tree you played under at six years old—familiar, safe, strong.
There are eyes that will see you and no one else
Because they are too busy remembering the placement of every single freckle on your golden body.
There is love that is honest
My love, if we left
You can too.
Take our hand
Let’s walk home