by TRU Ess
When I collapse into myself
A savior isn't always the answer
Not always is it necessary to save me
I don't need them to say "It will be okay."
Sometimes, love looks like their tears intermingling with mine
Sometimes, love doesn't need you to be strong
Sometimes, love needs to fall with the knowledge that I can get back up
But this moment requires quiet stillness
with the softness of a paired heart that may not understand completely
but holds space for the weakness of the moment
love, sometimes, looks like the covering of brokenness
without the need for reassembly to erase what brokenness looks like
Sometimes, love doesn't look like forcing things to fit
Sometimes, love looks like scattered pieces that, in the scattering,
create an unfocused image of beauty
Sometimes, love has to look different when we are transforming how we understand ourselves in the world
Sometimes, love isn't a held hand
It's a closed door, and a shared seat by the window as the storm rages outside
Sometimes, love is a glance of understanding as debris flies by in chaos
Sometimes, love is shared in the messiness of who we are trying to become
And sometimes, love just looks different because we are no longer the same as we were
When love looked safe
