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.