Who Shows Us How to Love?

Where the line gets crossed

or the wind blows free

where the handcuffs cut

and the breaking oh the breaking

You never taught me how to love.

We are born to need

born to fight

we should be born to love

but we are taught we're wrong.

this way, that way

highs and lows

pain and pleasure

so so so alone.

Whats conditional?

your attention

your kindess

your priorities

your life?

How do I say to anyone

you matter more,

that my actions would say

that my words would say

than my heart can hold.

because I make mistakes

I forget myself

I don't know what to do.

And even if you knew,

You weren't taught to love.

So take my apology.  I didn't know how.

Now the last days near

and your last right is to know

that somewhere, somehow we all carry eachothers hearts

we all hold out our hands in hope

we all push away the very thing we want.

So the wind blows free

the night grows cold

the breath gets soft

the light goes dim and dimmer still.

Its time to dream a different dream.

Maybe love is not taught, it was all there ever was.