I have only learned to love things from a distance,

like the shy smile on your lips when you listen to your favourite song;

like the hues of the sky mourning the loss of another day;

like the drops of rain, pouring away all their pain;

like the shooting stars when they light the darkness of the sky.

I do not know the art of loving the insides,

like your soul in all its honesty and vulnerability;

like how your thoughts dance in your head; muted and invisible.

I do not know how to make peace with it all. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two

while being with you,

or maybe you’ll find it in your heart

to forgive me for my inabilities.

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