Years of it.
The body learning to move
before it learned to stop.
Ballet doesn’t teach you stillness.
It teaches you to push through it.
Six months feels long
when you’ve never allowed yourself a season.
It isn’t.
You are not lazy.
You are someone who has given everything
and doesn’t know what to do with the quiet.
I do.
Rest is not surrender.
Let me hold what you’ve been carrying.
That’s what I’m here for.
Five days.
Te amo mi amor.
Ears open, mouth closed.
People hang mirrors around their neck.
The comedian never laughs at his own jokes.
The rehearsal is what makes it feel real.
It crumbles anyway.
The body knows what the brain refuses.
I’ve felt the lungs learn to lie.
I listen now.
Try to convince me.
You are my only weakness. She said: you are mine.
Neither of us sure if this was safe.
But that is what love is, to be undone by someone
and held up by the same hands.
I love you too much to walk you toward a version of yourself you didn’t choose.
You have the same of me.
So yes. It’s good.
We only get to be fully ourselves here. With each other.
