Love And A Lot Of Things

Love And A Lot Of Things

A Poem by Andrea Greene
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here we go a-rambling I just listened to 3 new musicals so ya boi's on an emotional rOLL LET'S GO

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I think the center of my world is loving you
And it connects to everything

Because sometimes I condense loving you into small things
Little moments of affection
And it's good and it's safe and I don't regret it

But it's not the entire story.

Take my hand

For example

My hand in yours as the sun fell over us 
Filled our eyes with stars and set the barren grass golden and ablaze

It was magical.
Absolutely magical.

But it was also regret that I hadn't given into your kindness
Because I wanted to feel your hand in mine more than I could from the cold
And yes, I know, you told me so
Time and time again

But if you didn't have your gloves you couldn't feel my hand in yours
And we both would have been sitting there
Hand in hand and unable to feel anything

And it comes back to easy things
Finding one-word answers to how I'm feeling
Dizzy, giddy, content
And losing sight of the things I don't know how to describe
Like the words I can't find for when you would tell a story
And sometimes, without even thinking, you would grasp my hand a little more tightly
The words beyond me for that moment where I vowed to pay attention but you derailed me with good intentions
One small gesture sending me completely speechless

And it's other things still
Like when you're almost nearby
And I'm waiting, knowing I've got no reason to be,
But my heart pounds and my breath catches for the millionth time and 
In a breathless stupor the only word I have is 
Why

Why is it you still induce me to wringing my hands 
To sweaty palms and shifting, starry eyes
Stealing my attention rather inconsiderately

And it is so many things I don't understand
Like the concept of even loving you
Of falling in love with you
Of the day-to-day epiphany of I've fallen in love with you
That I know, and have come to terms with
And such a good thing is here almost lurking in the back of my mind
As if waiting for a followup
I love you, I do very much

But I'm scared of it too

I hate to bring up past experience
When you seem to beckon to the future
And just as suddenly send me jerking to the past

Because, and again, I hate to mention it
But I thought I loved him
I may have, in all honesty

But ten months of thinking of you and loving him didn't make for something good
And I cut it off but something drew me to you even then

So I'm scared of loving you because it feels different
I feel closer to you, and more like myself,
Like I'm even allowed to be myself-
We've been in the same boat for three years,
You could have been my partner in crime if I hadn't gone and fallen in love with you

But I'm scared of how genuinely I love you
Because it would hurt twice as much to lose you
Which I never intend to do

But the first time I loved I had starry eyes
And ten months later they had dulled and I broke it off

And you've got a look of affection in your eyes that gives me chills
Because of how strange it seems that you should love me
And because I know I bore the same look and 
I hope these similarities aren't applicable to mistakes

And it doesn't end there,
It comes also with telling you this,
And I can only hope that you're thinking it isn't true, that I could ever let you go
But that's ridiculous because you have no earthly reason to continue holding my hand
And heaven only knows how much you may or may not love me
But if we're on two separate wavelengths, so to speak, 
Of how we love and how much we know about love and if we know how to love,
Then that makes things far more fragile than I'd like

But I try. 
I try to tell myself good things because
If you don't love yourself, nobody else will love you,
So they say and I really hope
Nothing they say is true.

And it's dangerous being this dependent on loving you
But it's genuine and I don't feel connected to anything this much

Again, it comes with the price of
To tell you or not to tell you
That is the fear behind all of my actions
Whether they seem as calculated as they are

Because I don't want to be painted as desperate
Because that's sad and cliché and so far from what I am
But I don't know what I am.

Other than yours.

I think that's one reason why love becomes such a part of my life
Because it's having some sort of sure identity
Whether it's good or bad, it's being yours

But this is different still from being anybody's
Because I'm yours, but I don't feel as much like an accessory.
Not to paint the picture incorrectly or to discredit his name and intentions,
But I let being his define me,
And that was horrible for me,

And I'm scared of doing that again,
And I'm scared of opening up my chest
And putting my heart out for you to examine,
But at the same time I'm scared of shutting myself in
When I first vowed, the day I knew for sure I was in love with you,
In spite of condemning myself to your being out of reach,
When I had vowed that if I could love you I would open you up to the world.
And was that a mistake sprung from the youth and blindness of love?
Because the world is war-torn and sick and oppressive and 
I wanted to give you the goodness in the world
But I don't even know what real goodness is
Because we use thin veils of "goodness" to hide what is cruel and wrong with the world
And I should have realized even then that the goodness I swore to provide you was already in you
And maybe I've opened doors you'd prefer closed
But I wouldn't know, I couldn't know that, 
Perhaps I shouldn't know, 
And I'm sorry.

I'm really very sorry for trying to bring you happiness when I don't know how to.

But the genuine goodness, hard as it is to identify it nowadays,
Is not to be lost on our connection.

Sometimes I am removed from my fear of loving you too much or not enough,
And it is by you.
By your stories and your laughter and your beautiful, exuberant everything,
And the beauty within you that I plead will not go undiscovered
Because it shows, it shows so clearly sometimes

And I want to find the words for it
The words for the deep, beautiful things as opposed to everything I have said,
But I can't. 
It looks like I can, 
And the words of praise are certainly never empty,
Because it is not to be forgotten that I do love you.
But how to make it mean the things I want it to mean?

I love you.
And I am forever glad you took my hand and sent my heart in motion.
I love you.
And I try to show it in being as careful as I am romantic, though the prudence never shows.
I love you.
Does it show when I try to protect you from what feels like senseless fears of my own?
I love you.
I love you.

I love you. 

Whatever that means to you, dear heart,
I beg of you to realize you are loved.

And not in a way that suggests a simple nod, or noise of surprise.

I love you.
In the deepest way, and whether I am scared of it or not,
Whether I am trying harder than necessary or not saying what I should say,
I love you.

And perhaps I find the simple words that try to convey everything,
Perhaps I find them now because I have said everything and realize it can be summarized,
Though I do not dare to put it out so simply for fear of meaning lost,
The words are plain, and laden.

I love you.

And I always will.

© 2018 Andrea Greene


Author's Note

Andrea Greene
guess who didn't proofread any of this,,, me. Guess who's also going to probably attempt to ignore this mess as long as possible? Me! Guess who's also using superficial language in their author's note to cover up the fact that they don't know what they're feeling even though they physically feel like a ship shattering against boulders in a storm? Haha me! Comments are appreciated, please don't rip me to shreds too much thanks

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This is written so beautifully And it really shows you deeply love this person-its amazing how one can person can convey so much emotions in gorgeous words!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Andrea Greene

6 Years Ago

Thank you! It still feels like things go unsaid, though. Always.
Many good lines to quote. I enjoyed the love aspect.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Andrea Greene

6 Years Ago

Thank you ever so much.
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

You are welcome.

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