Sometimes your heart just pours out of you. Even when the world has given you every single reason to hide. 

It doesn’t know just how much is sitting inside you, waiting. You have more love than most… And you created it all from scratch. No one gave it to you, you had no examples no images to go by. You just knew that there had to be something, something that felt so good that you wanted to give it to everyone. So no one ever had to feel what you felt. 

So much love it makes you cry sometimes. So much it makes your heart just pour out of you. In pain, in empathy, in mourning, in absolute joy, in solidarity, in awe… So much love you don’t know what to do with it. So, 

What do you do with it?

The last time I was in love (I think)
Many, many years ago
He dragged me up the stairs by my neck
Threw me on the bed
Hand over my mouth

I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t help it
I couldn’t breathe
Love isn’t supposed to feel like that (I think)

So, scratch that
Turns out that wasn’t love (I think)
Next time I’ll get it right
Next time
(I think)