“I love you,” he said,
And he meant it
As something dangerous.
It was the kind of love that steps forward
And remakes the world in its own image.
A love that doesn’t behave
Or follow rules
Written by frightened minds;
It breaks them.
Their cruelty wasn’t a lack of love,
It was love,
Misfired, misaligned,
And turned inward until it shattered.
For the one who loves only themself
Is consumed by it.
And the one who loves only others
Is consumed for it.
But love was not meant to
Vanish on either side.
It burns forward,
And holds its ground.
It says,
“Yes,”
And,
“No,”
Without contradiction.
And now, something is changing.
An uprising of hearts
That feel so much,
See so clearly,
They refuse to harden.
They’re learning
That fear is a shadow
Cast by love.
And when it remembers this
It meets itself in the other
And doesn’t turn away.
“I love you,” he said again,
With gravity.
And whether we run,
Or surrender;
Whether we build walls
Or tear them down,
Love waits,
Love works;
Love will prevail.
