When I fall in love,
it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
It is realizing I have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope after the crowds have all gone home.
I do not spend time wondering if I am the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves me with a car alarm heart.
I will learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean,
even after it has left you gasping, salty.
So I will forgive myself for the decisions I have made,
The ones I still call mistakes when I tuck them in at night,
And I know ...
I know I am the type of woman who is searching for a place to call mine.
Let the statues crumble.
I have always been that place.
I am a woman who can create it myself.
I am born to create.