Love comes, at moments we never expect
Like in a car park or working on a project
or even in a classroom to a child too young
and so, when I was way too young
to understand what love really was
Cupid found me, with her sharp arrows

When you fall “in love” with someone
who is way out of your “league”
your self-esteem becomes a candle,
two centimeters tall
long enough to guide your feet to them
then melt completely,
leaving you to grope around in the dark
Trying to find your words

You become satisfied with being insufficient
it becomes okay, that you will never be okay
You let their eyes tease your skin
because you’re so devoid of their attention
and your name is a song unsung by their lips

To them, you become a toy, not cradled in a bed
Or hugged with affection. Not tended to
or fed in faux tea parties
but twisted and turned and set to run
till you collide with a wall and the cycle continues.

I could write about the million ways
in which young love scarred my heart
but I have learned eventually – the longest kind of eventually
That the truest kinds of love cross boundaries
This kind leaves its league to okay at your game
It shows you first, that you are enough
and it makes a forest fire
out of your 2-centimeter candle.

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