You, Like A Language My Heart Already Knew Poem by Star lynn

before you I thought love was a thing far off
a constellation beautiful enough to look at, but too fragile to touch.
Then you showed up.
Quiet.
Without ceremony, Without warning, Without asking permission Of the walls
I had spent years constructing.
And somehow, they opened up to you.
I saw you Before I knew Why I was seeing at all.
The way you held yourself like someone still looking for where they fit.
The way your eyes held whole storms and yet opted for softness.
You, the way you were as if the world hadn't quite known what to do with someone so beautifully real.
And then, not meaning to,
I trod on your shoe.
Not quite the kind of start poets would choose. But maybe the best ones are never planned.
Because you remained.
You laughed out loud.
And suddenly, embarrassment became memory and memory became the first page of us.
I watched you dance as if the room didn't owe you anything—
and you owed it even less.
You were free.
The kind that makes other people remember that they have wings
When you asked me to dance,
the world didn't stop.
It just got smaller.
There was only your hand, my hand, and the fine space between them.
You didn't recognize the song.
I knew all the words.
So I sang 'em to you--
hoping my smile would say what my courage could not.
And then you drew me close.
Then you dragged me.
And for the first time, catching seemed less like holding
and more like being found out.
Your head was on my shoulder and somewhere inside me all the empty rooms lit up at once.
I combed my fingers through your hair as if learning something holy.
Maybe I was.
Loving you, you see, Has never been like falling.
It has been like a memorandum
Like hearing a song
Somehow I knew it long before I heard it.You are not disorder.
You're not fireworks.
You are the warmth After the spark.The constant light That teaches darkness It does not belong here anymore With you silence isn't empty.
It is full of comfort, full of laughter to occur, full of the quiet certainty
that I am exactly where I need to be.
I love you in the little things.
reaching for your hand without thinking
Looking for your face in rooms full of people.
Saving stories just to hear you laugh.
Choosing you, again and again and again.
And if the universe scattered us across a thousand lifetimes,
I'd come find you.
I would still know the shape of your soul.
I would still look at you like the stars had finally got something right.
Because they were.
They gave you me.
And as they do so, they gave me a shelter that I can take with me.