Then it all came together,
I would be loved.
Maybe not by you,
Maybe not by parents,
Maybe not even friends,
But I would be loved.
The love that I receive will
Make flowers bloom in winter
And melt the snow in the front yard.
It will engulf me so I can barley breathe.
It swallows me whole
And spits me back out.
The love that I receive will
Come from no human,
No animal, or any plant.
The love that I get will
come from French films
And terrible poetry,
canvases and paintbrushes.
The love I receive will not
Come from anyone else
But me.
I would be loved.
Maybe not by you,
Maybe not by parents,
Maybe not even friends,
But I would be loved.
The love that I receive will
Make flowers bloom in winter
And melt the snow in the front yard.
It will engulf me so I can barley breathe.
It swallows me whole
And spits me back out.
The love that I receive will
Come from no human,
No animal, or any plant.
The love that I get will
come from French films
And terrible poetry,
canvases and paintbrushes.
The love I receive will not
Come from anyone else
But me.