The Shape of Love

Written By - Tessa Cash

I woke in the night many times
Many times writhing in pain
Reliving and remembering
All the wrong ways of being
All the brash and harsh words that were spoken
In a supposedly safe space.

Words that cut and chiselled away
At my way of being
My way of doing

And I shudder to think
Of the person I reduced myself to
For someone who was entirely reductive
And deathly afraid
Of not being able to reciprocate

The overwhelming,
And entirely infinite expression
That carves
The shape of love.