That’s what I do
My only fear in life is being unlovable
I just want to love you, to love you, to love
But I feel like I always love more than others
Not that it’s a competition
But I feel like I put in all my time, my money, my passion, my effort
Just to give a sliver back
My heart is a lot like a closet
Every vulnerable memory, every heartache-filled picture, every trauma-infused pillow
Is stuffed into the closet
The blankets of what I think can protect me spill out the bottom
THE DOOR IS CLOSED and locked
So when I open my heart, I pour out… I call it a tsunami of hurt
I fear my heart can never be fulfilled if I’m constantly pouring it out
So what else can I do other than pour out?
If I don’t pour out all the love I have
That every tear brought me on a silver platter
My latches will break, the lock punched out, and the door handle side-swiped
I love, I love and I love and I hope it’s enough
I hope I am enough
So when you came into my life
I thought you were the same
I thought if I loved you enough, all my effort wouldn’t be in vain
But then something unexpected happened
I came into your space and suddenly I was home
I didn’t have to love you first, I was already loved
My tsunami of hurt met your floodgates and walls, and I no longer had to fear when the waters came
You were already bracing for the impact
I know this sounds like a love poem, and I guess in a way it is
But not to my love, even though you do have all of that
I actually don’t know what to call you
Best friend seems too casual
Kindred spirit seems too flamboyant
Soulmate seems too physical and romantic
I don’t know what to call you
I call you “My Anna”
Which means grace
I think your parents picked out the perfect name when you came into the light
Just remember to give yourself some My Anna
P.S. Anna, if you ever read this isn't even a fraction of the depth of my feelings for you. I love you so much and I feel like that doesn't even scratch the surface. I hope you know that I have openly wept about you because of my love for you. Please know that you will always carry a part of me with you where ever you go. You will never be alone and you truly are my favorite person on the planet.
My tsunami of hurt met your floodgates and walls, and I no longer had to fear when the waters came
You were already bracing for the impact
I know this sounds like a love poem, and I guess in a way it is
But not to my love, even though you do have all of that
I actually don’t know what to call you
Best friend seems too casual
Kindred spirit seems too flamboyant
Soulmate seems too physical and romantic
I don’t know what to call you
I call you “My Anna”
Which means grace
I think your parents picked out the perfect name when you came into the light
Just remember to give yourself some My Anna
P.S. Anna, if you ever read this isn't even a fraction of the depth of my feelings for you. I love you so much and I feel like that doesn't even scratch the surface. I hope you know that I have openly wept about you because of my love for you. Please know that you will always carry a part of me with you where ever you go. You will never be alone and you truly are my favorite person on the planet.
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