I knew exactly what love looked like...
In seventh grade
Even though I hadn't met love yet
If love had wandered into my homeroom
I would have recognized him at first glance
Love played acoustic guitar
And knew all my favorite Beatles songs
Love wasn't afraid to ride the bus with me
And I knew
I just must be searching the wrong classroom
Just must be checking the wrong hallways
If only I could find him ...
But when love finally showed up
He wore the same clothes every day for a week
Love hated the bus
Love didn't know anything about the Beatles
Every time I tried to kiss love
Our teeth got in the way
Love became the reason I lied to my parents
"I'm going to..."
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor
But made sure we never missed a slow song
And love grew
Stretched like a trampoline
Love changed
Love disappeared... slowly
Like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed
Love vanished like an amateur magician
Everyone could see the trapdoor but me
Like a flat tire
There were other places I had planned on going
But my plans didn't matter
Love stayed away for years
And when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him
Love smelled different now, had darker eyes
A broader back
Love came with freckles I didn't recognize
New birthmarks, a softer voice
Now there were new sleeping patterns
New favorite books
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else
Songs love didn't like to listen to
So did I...
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly
We found jokes that make us laugh
And now love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack
Love is messier now
Not as simple
Love uses the word "boobs" in front of my parents
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste
Love uses smiley faces in his text messages
And turns out
Love shits!
But love also cries
And love will tell you, "You are beautiful"
And mean it
Over and over again ("You are beautiful")
When you first wake up- ("You are beautiful")
When you've just been crying- ("You are beautiful")
When you don't wanna hear it- ("You are beautiful")
When you don't believe it- ("You are beautiful")
When nobody else will tell you, ("You are beautiful")
Love still thinks... ("...")
You are beautiful
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget
When you need to hear it most
You are beautiful
Do not forget this
Love is not who you were expecting
Love is not what you can predict
Maybe love is in New York City already asleep
You are in California, Australia, wide awake
Maybe love is always in the wrong timezone
Maybe love is not ready for you
Maybe you are not ready for love
Maybe love just isn't the marrying type
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce
Love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember
Maybe love is only there for a month
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit
Maybe love stays
Maybe love can't
Maybe love shouldn't...
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives say,
"Welcome, make yourself comfortable"
If love leaves, ask him to leave the door open behind him
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet


"Thank you for stopping by"

*a poem about the expectations and realities of love. The poem was co-written by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye and was performed as part of their performance at the Malthouse Theatre in Melbourne, Australia, hosted by Dumbo Feather Magazine.

(*) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPG6nJRJeWQ

(Thank you, I love u)