“I am a Lover.”
I am a lover.
I am a lover and no one can see me.
I am a lover and it appears that NO ONE can SEE me because the way that I give love is not the way that you learned it.
But I taught it to myself.
I am a lover and I taught it to myself.
So my love is different.
How does that translate into my love is not good enough?
My love is different and no one can see me or it because I taught it to myself.
So even though I AM A LOVER, because my love is different: it looks different and you cannot see me or it.
So even though I am giving you love, my way, that I taught myself… In the best way that I have ever shown it:
My love is not good enough.
I am a lover and my love is burning my chest and you cannot see me. Because I don’t look like you.
Because my love doesn’t look like theirs. Or yours.
Because I can’t say it. Because I don’t know how to say it.
I thought I was showing it.
Guess I was wrong.
Because I’ve said the words ” I love you”.
I’ve said it your way.
I’ve said it and not meant it or meant it but it faded and this is not that.
But I am really am a lover.
I have a love coming out of my ears.
I have a love that is burning my breast.
I have a love and I am a lover that cannot breathe because my love IS good enough.
It is better than good enough but you just can’t see that the love that I have is suffocating me but I am a lover.
I cannot describe the love that I have.
You could not hear the love that I have even if I tried to describe it.
My love is not like yours.
But I am a lover. And my love is better than the kind you can hear.
Tamara Lee