written on Thursday, September 23, 2021 at 20:36 by J. Cooper
I've been writing books about it for years-
Love, I mean-
And a lot of my readers like to tell me how good at it I am-
But then you lifted my chin and kissed me and it made that sound,
And I realized how wrong I've been.
Love isn't an escape from the pain of my past-
It's the home everyone tries to keep me away from-
Love isn't just a kiss and those 3 words,
It's the promises made with them-
The 'I'll be there for you' and the 'I won't let them hurt you-'
Love isn't an emotion,
It's a state of being-
And I am there-
Love is a song about protection,
Love is a safety blanket,
Love is a hoodie,
Is a secret passed between people-
I've written a hundred- a thousand-
First kisses-
Not one was like ours-
I've always written them as a start or a finish-
But I was so wrong-
That wasn't a start, wasn't a finish, wasn't a hello or goodbye,
That was a promise- an 'I love you-'
That was no apology,
Neither one of us used it for more than it was-
I don't know what it was for you-
Other than awful because I didn't kiss back I should have kissed back-
But for me, that was a thousand unsaid words,
A gentle reminder I wasn't alone-
Not anymore, you've been where I've been- you know how it feels-
And the best bart was that was forever, even if you aren't-
I hope you are-
You don't get many firsts in life- but I'm glad I had that one with you.
