Learning how to dance

I wanted to write a poem for him

But I kept scribbling the words

And smudging

them with my left hand

I looked up tutorials on confession

I studied thesauruses

I thought I was on the right track

Then I looked back and anger threw

the pages across the room

I sat there drowning in music

I never learned to dance to

See, I grew up calling my mom "dad"

And I raised my older brother

And I worked since I was 8

I learned how to cook and clean

But I never learned how to hold someone

or dry tears off his cheeks

I learned how to bandage bruises

and hide scars

But I never learned how to smile

when I realized iv never seen anything

more beautiful then him

And no I will not tell him I love him

Because the beauty of love

lies not within the word itself

It lives in the sunsets we've watched

It swims in our laugh

It reflects off the stars

singing to us the sounds of music

I'm finally learning how to dance to

No I will not tell him I love him

This poem is about:

Me

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