To be Loved

After reading the poem “you deserve a lover…” by frida kahlo, i had some thoughts so

the original poem:

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.

You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.

You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.

You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.

You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

and now, my take on it:

to be loved is to be understood, it is to be known. and to be known is to have someone who brings you your morning cup of coffee, who will listen to your rabid 3am thought about plato, To be loved is to be understood and to have someone who feels joy when your eyes light up.

To love is to feel joy when someone else lights up.

to be loved is to be understood

to be loved is to have someone know when you are ready to leave the party,

someone who knows that you never leave the house without your headphones.

to be loved is to be known in a way in which even you do not know yourself

to love is to want what’s best for someone

even at the cost of yourself

to love is to know someone’s dreams and want that for them

even when it works to your detriment

you work purely for their benefit

to love is to know and to act upon that knowing

to be loved is to be understood

Thanks for reading,

Aarav