A Mouthful Of Forevers - Rewrite.
I am not the first person you have loved, nor will I be the last.
You are not the first person I have promised forever.
We have both known loss like the blade of a knife, and we have both lived with our pain visible on our skin.
Our love came unannounced and in the middle of the darkness.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be the best thing about it.
This was how we healed.
I kissed you like forgiveness, you held me like hope.
Our arms like bandages and our promises pressed between us like flowers in a book.
I wrote prose and sonnets in the cracks of our love. And I wrote novels in your insecurities.
I wrote a dictionary using only the words I could find to describe how it felt to be caught by you, when I thought I’d never get up again.
And I was not afraid of all of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
But please know:
Whether it was the days you burned more brilliant than the sun,
or the nights you collapsed into my lap,
your body broken into a thousand pieces,
you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I loved you when you were a still day,
peaceful as a summer breeze.
And I loved you when you were a hurricane,
painful and destructive.
