made from scrapes on kids knees
after mom and dad take the training wheels off and set you free.
It's made from first kisses and broken hearts.
When she stands you up on a first date but calls and apologizes
because she too was scared of initial intentions.
It's made of those times when you feel like you just won't heal.
That feeling of your chest colliding falling over cliffs into your stomach.
It's made when you propose to the one you love but she doesn't love you
back enough to say "yes", so she says (no)thing.
It's made when we confuse sex with intimacy
because we never thought with our looks and our strokes
that she could never, ever, not be that into me.
It's made from loss and gain.
Sunshine and rain.
Those things broken and scattered all over the floor.
redemption, loss, vulnerability, unlearning to learn again, having to lose someone you loved to love someone you never knew
variety, a range of emotions and feelings, attitudes and interpretations, affections and pleasures, pain, ambition and those feelings you can't yet describe.
It's made when you see her smile because you entered a room or pout in the moments when you leave her to soon.
When women try and you avail. When women try and sometimes you fail.