meaning

“love” is said to be a powerful word—something you save, something with meaning, something with depth and weight.

people treat the word “love” as if it weren’t four letters long, as if it weren’t easy to say and easy to mean and easy to understand.

people keep the word “love” held tightly in their hands, locked away and close to the heart, as if they said it too much it would mean far less.

i paint the word “love” everywhere i go, i say the word “love” to everyone i meet—i give it out like spare change, as easy as a smile.

the word “love” can have many meanings, something you like, something you care about, something you could never part with. though it’s easy to say, i rarely mean it in a way with depth, i rarely mean it in a way with meaning.

i fear of scaring people away, i fear of loving too much and too hard, i fear of not being loved—despite living through these things my entire life.