Learning How to Love

Hands that don’t know how to hold
And hearts locked and guarded away,
I want to spill myself before you
Tossing fistfuls and fistfuls
Of sadness and anger
And angst and
Depression and fear
And old poetry on scented paper
And even the cigarettes I refuse to smoke but love to burn,
Take It All.
Babies are born looking to their mothers
And
Young lovers fall so easily
And
Before we even breathe we learn to
Love
And to
Lose.
But why do my hands feel so fragile?
So cold and untouched
So
Unbearably empty and treasured
At the same time,
And why do I feel so empty on the inside
Even though I can feel my heart thumping away
Isn’t that proof enough
That I am still living?
My blood is still pumping?
The puzzle pieces still fit together
And
Everything is perfect?
Everything is supposed to be perfect.
I can still smile and laugh
And jump and breathe
And sing and cry and live.
Baby, I can still live.
So tell me.
How do I learn how to Love?