A Study in Deconstruction
Breaking Myself for You
I.
The first time you said you loved me,
My gut reaction was panic.
The thought of forever with you
Was enough to send my body into shock.
II.
The first time you kissed me,
I thought your mouth held solar systems.
I never told you that
Your arms were my favorite resting place.
III.
The first time you held my hand,
I learned the meaning of comfort.
I saw a lifetime of Saturday mornings
All at once.
IV.
The first time you talked to me,
You asked how I felt about loneliness.
I said
Loneliness is only as big
As the silence that surrounds it.
V.
The first time you looked at me,
Your eyes lit up.
They don’t do that anymore.
At least, not around me.
About the Creator
Rachel Dow
Learning from life experiences and documenting them along the way. Poetry and connection with others makes my heart sing. All proceeds/gifts that you donate are going towards a mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
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