#weitingaboutlove

have counted so many days where the love I have was unreciprocated,

but today I lay here, and know, that isn’t my life anymore.

It’s true when they say you can’t make the wrong love right,

and be it all passion and fire and lust,

love can’t be a shapeshifter in the night,

denying you of the smallest comforts and joys.

Love should be as free and consistent as the river,

not so dependent on the gifts I bring or do not bring to the table,

love is about loving with all the love, even through the hard times.

I love myself and so nights are easier awake in my own company,

but there’s solace in the idea that I know my love would wake patiently,

holding me until the demons in the darkness stop screaming,

kissing me softly until all my worries simmer to quiet.

There’s comfort in the fact that this love is different,

this love is patient and kind,

and this love is, trusting and reassuring.

Comparison is the killer of every bit of happiness so this isn’t about which love was better,

but I know in my heart what feels right and what feels good,

and today,

I know I lie beside the most beautiful and patient soul,

someone who only yearns to please me,

someone who always wants to make me laugh.

There’s a destroyer in the type of love with selfish intent,

and for the first time in my life, I’ve found a love with selfless actions and acceptance in everything I am.

I spent all of my life trying to form something that wasn’t love into the shape of the keyhole in my heart;

Time has taught me that the love that belongs to you shouldn’t have to be made into something it’s not,

love taught me how toxic the wrong love can actually be.

I’m so lucky I get to be alive and loved right by you,

I’m so lucky I made it through the darkness to find your warm and tender heart.