What Being In Love Actually Feels Like
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
It's not
the fireworks.
Fireworks
are loud and beautiful
and over in seconds.
Being in love
is the thing
that comes after—
the quiet drive home
with the windows down
and someone's hand
on your knee
and the radio
playing something
you'll remember
forever
but can't name
right now.
It feels
like being
found—
not rescued,
not completed,
not any
of those fairy tale
verbs—
just found.
Like someone
finally
saw the room
you've been standing in
and said:
oh, there you are.
I've been
looking.
It feels
like being
less afraid—
not fearless,
just less.
The dark
is still dark
but there's
someone
breathing
next to you
and the breathing
is a kind
of light.
It is
not perfect.
It is not
the poem
you were promised.
It is better:
it is real,
and real
has morning breath
and bad days
and the specific
imperfection
of someone
who chose you
knowing
you're exactly
this flawed
and said:
yes.
Still yes.
Always yes.
163 words · 70 lines · Free Verse