when we met (poem)

I'll admit, when this all started,

I wasn't ready for it.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm still not ready,

moments of doubt among the foggy days.

Heartbroken and desperate,

I met you right as sorrow turned to rage,

frustration at my own romanticism,

the seed for all of my failures.

Past loves still haunted me,

the weight of my guilt holding me to earth

as my romantic mind fluttered in impossible skies.

There shouldn't have been another.

But I never reject possibility,

too afraid to let love slip me by again,

so we ended up getting together,

my romantic mind chained to the ocean floor.

The unprecedented happened:

my ghosts grew faded in apathy

like a bright yellow dress

that'd been washed a thousand times.

In the strangeness of our minds,

we found a stable home

built on the delicate stones of trust

with the transparent walls of freedom.

I never worry I'm too weird with you,

my old strategic concealment has no use,

and though I cautiously protect my notebooks,

it's just because only I can read them properly.

When this all started,

I wasn't ready to love again,

but somehow we found a way

to make a love greater than any I've known.

-Zero