I don't know how to love halfway

I don't know how to love halfway, nor do I have any idea how to do so. I am someone who gives myself completely, who gives everything or nothing, who offers who I am, who embraces with my soul, who kisses without restraint, and who loves without limitations.

I don't understand lies, manipulative games, or smiles that hide the truth. I belong to the words that swirl in my mind, to the verses that spring from my heart, to firm roots and nights filled with bohemianism and dreams.

I don't know what envy is, nor do I understand empty hearts, unnecessary harm, or truths disguised as falsehoods.

I am one to hide tears in my pillow, to hold pain in silence, and to smile even when my soul is heavy.

I don't know how to leave if I can't find a reason, nor how to stay when one appears. I don't know how to erase words that hurt, nor how to write “I love you” if it doesn't come from within me.

I am one to dedicate songs full of love, to appreciate the little details, to stir your senses and bare your soul without needing to touch you.

I am the sleeping voice that falls silent when fear arises, but also the clear cry when my word is questioned.

I am rain that cleanses my skin and calms my storms, of looking at the sea in solitude when pain drowns me, and of walking through life always barefoot, with truth as my only companion.