I don't know how to love you with these hands.

These hands that only know how to hold on to things that let go.

These hands that only know what it feels like to reach towards the night and grasp the unbearable coldness of the dark.

These hands that only know how to echo the sounds of knuckles breaking as they continue to shake with every hesitation and every fear that continued to slap across its palms that only wished to feel the warmth of something familiar.

These hands that do not know how to hold on to something that will stay.
I don't know how to love you with these eyes.

These eyes that only know how to see the end of something before it is even given the chance to begin.

These eyes that can't seem to look at you without feeling the need to look away because if I look long enough, I can see his face, and how he looked at me the way you always do before he left.

These eyes that only know what goodbye looks like and it always looked like a blurry picture of the same person's back that never seems to stop walking away.

These eyes do not know how to see something that is real.

I don't know how to love you with these lips.

These lips that only know how to say "I'm sorry".

These lips only know the bitter aftertaste of an "I don't love you anymore", shaking and trembling as I bite into them to stop them from begging anyone to stay.

These lips only know how to kiss goodbye as apologies drip right out of them and teeth that bare into it as blood drops out, hoping the memories of those it kissed would drop out with it.

I don't know how to love you, but I will try.

These hands will shake and will feel rough when they touch you but they will try their best to hold on to you when you feel like falling apart. These hands will write for you, poems that define your name and the way you speak. These hands will hold you even when they are shaking with the fear that you might leave too but they will stay and will memorize the feel of your touch, the heat of your skin, every curve and rough edge that makes you.

These eyes will look at you and show you a reflection of yourself inside these dark orbs no one ever called beautiful. But they will be beautiful when you are reflected in them as you magnify the galaxies inside of it and it will see nothing but everything.

These lips will learn how to say your name and kiss you with the beauty of it. It will never get tired of speaking and it will still say "I'm sorry" until you would think it is the only thing that it knows how to say and you will realize, "I'm sorry" would start to sound like " I love you".

I don't know how to love you, but I will try.

But I will try.