But Still

Love is simple,

When you encounter it.

(In shared nail polish colors and summer slurpees) 

You accept it in all it is.

I often choke day to day 

On the small tragedies of life.

But I'm glad for my simple heart,

Rejuvenated after a cry and the welcoming in of sunlight.

(I'm so sorry for all that I am;

I love you has always been an apology for me, too.)

But still,

I love you, 

I love you,

I love you.