Feb 9, 2023
How could I ever be so unforgiving, of a heart that loves this kind? How could I think its softness too marked, when it can reach you, and hold you this tight?
I know no sensation ever stands on thin air. It needs a leading hand, a fist holding its sword, a back sustaining its wings, to make its journey begin, rise high into the sky.
And if I loved you this way, this sunshine-bright, then perhaps, that is me. It’s been me all this time.
- “I loved myself through loving you” (poem by thevenstar)