Unlearning All But You Poem by Annie Jane

I never learnt the right way to love,
As if there were a formula ensuring success.
So now I'm playing it by ear,
Picking things up as I go.
Without the Sun, should it forget to rise tomorrow,
I will learn to live in the shade.
And if the Earth grows tired of turning,
I'll learn to lead a still life.
If each star, dying, failed to shine,
I could un-learn my constellations and cast away my telescope.
But without you, what is worth learning?
Who would teach me?
For better, worse, forever, a part of you is all of me,
And all I see in an uncertain, unstructured future,
Is you. Being my structure, strength, and certainly mine.