Real

I never understood love

Thought it a lie

A lie like all the others

The ones about

Sticks and Stones

and

Time Heals.

Guess what's what happens

when you don't see love at home

When all you see is

yelling

and two divorces

and unhappy "for the kids."

When all you see is

resentment

and backstabbing

and blame

and blame

and blame

When that's all you see of "love,"

it's hard to imagine that two rings means forever

Because they don't

I never understood love

until my heart was so full it broke

Despite what people would try tell me, I know it's not

a beautiful sunrise

or expensive chocolate

or the warmth of freshly dried bath towels

yes, even the fluffy ones

because it can't be described by any of this world's things

that I can touch or see or taste

It's the whispers of sweet somethings;

for love is so, so far from nothing

It's holding hands under the table;

not for fear, but for a sense of adventure

It's shared laughter

and grief

and happiness

and tears

It's a feeling so full

your heart might break

Love is the beautiful truth;

the only truth that is real