To love me means to love the ebb and flow of me
To know that I come with my own rhythm
And to be confident enough to add yours to that.
It is easy to love me in the morning when my eyes are still
full of dreams and memories of the sex we had in the middle of the night.
But to love me when the dreams fade and bittersweet memories
come clouding my eyes and quieting my voice, is a sweetness that I will always
remember you for
You don’t even know you love me but you do…at least just a
bit or perhaps only in moments
Your love is a stage of love you have never known and have
yet to recognize, but with me you might come to realize that what we do is love
anew
It is easy to love me when I laugh at your jokes and battle
your wits when you challenge psychological dispositions
But love me when I wake up snarky and need caffeine to get
out of your bed is that something you can do? You do
It will be easy to love me when I make you dinner like all
good Italian girls do and when I let you have your way with me like all
ex-Catholic girls do
But loving me when I want to belong to you and you to me for
a time before you leave, you think that will be difficult, but, that is just a
lie you tell yourself
Maybe you think you are not worthy to love
Maybe you think you are broken
But I think we all are a bit broken and to love in the
brokenness is the most beautiful of loves
To love fully for that moment in that moment of each other’s
presence is the present that love gifts us with
And then we realize that there is no brokenness we are just
stained glass windows
Separate pieces of color creating a whole scene of beauty
that is impossible not to love
And this is how you love me
And this is how I love you
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