When I told you I love you, I am not sure you understood the extent of what I was saying. I have loved before. I have loved with my hands and my heart. I have opened the door and welcomed them in, but not like you. No, you are different.
I love you like I want to write about you constantly
Which is to say,
I will love you with all the metaphors in my fingers
I will pull poetry out of your throat when you kiss me
And I will whisper it in the nape of your neck at night.
Which is to say,
I will take my whole heart and set it in your hands.
Which is to say,
I will let you place it back into my chest when you are done
Which is to say,
I will thank you for holding it in the first place.
I love you like I want to wrap myself in your arms indefinitely
Which is to say,
I love you like you are a safe place
For me
I love you like I am a safe place
For you.
Which is to say,
This is where you should be.
I love you like I want to get matching tattoos with you
Which is to say,
I love you like Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream
An adventure.
Which is to say,
I love you like The Lone Bellow’s Tree to Grow
A peace.
Which is to say,
This is an exhilarating comfort for you to inhale.
I love you like I see you
Which is to say,
I love you like honesty
Like authenticity
Like acceptance.
Which is to say,
I love you without hiding
Which is to say,
I love you like I know you see me too.
Which is to say,
I love you like I mean it this time.
