Falling in love with you has never felt like falling
It hasn’t felt like a scraped knee
A wound needing to be sterilized,
Bandaged up before it can scab and scar,
A constant reminder of love and love lost.
Loving you is getting into bed after a long day at work,
It’s undoing the covers
And climbing into a safety net of warm blankets
Clean sheets and soft pillows,
Before falling asleep under the echo of your own heartbeat.
Loving you feels a lot like peace.
Loving you is healing.