I will love you

“I am not the first person 

you loved. You are not the first

person I looked at with a

mouthful of forevers. 

We have both known loss like the

sharp edges of a knife. We have

both lived with lips more scar

tissue than skin. 

Our love came unannounced in the

middle of the night. Our love came

when we’d given up on asking love

to come. I think that has to be

part of its miracle. 

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness,

You will hold me like I’m hope. 

Our arms will bandage and we will

press promises between us like

flowers in a book. 

I will write sonnets to the salt of

sweat on your skin. I will write

novels to the scar of your nose. 

I will write a dictionary of all 

the words I have used trying 

to describe the way it feels to 

have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid

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’s the days you burn

more brilliant than the sun

or the nights you collapse into my

lap, your body broken into a

thousand questions, you are the

most beautiful thing I’ve ever

seen.

I will love you when you are 

a still day.

I will love you when you are a

hurricane.” 

~ Clementine von Radics