Love sometimes goes its own mysterious ways. Sometimes those ways make sense to us, and sometimes they don't. To me one of the most beautiful things is when two people refuse to give up on each other. I wrote this poem a year ago, reading it now is making me realize how much has changed in just one year. It has made me a much stronger and happier person, and has brought me so many new amazing people in my life that I would never want to miss. I hope you guys like this poem, thanks for reading! 

Punctuation 

In school they always told me that I understood nothing about punctuation, 

and if I had ever even understood what that means

I would have been pretty offended. 

But I never understood why to place a question mark behind every “do you love me?“ 

if I already knew the answer. 

I never understood why love was put into a question,  

when love was never a question 

nor The Answer

I was never sure if maybe I should place an exclamation mark behind every “I love you!“

so even space would not dare to question that you were mine. 

Or  if there should be a period

to remind you that our love is save 

that there is nothing that could come between the empty gaps between us.  

To engrave that I am the beginning of the sentence and you are the end. 

“I love You“ 

I was never sure if maybe I should just leave a comma 

to leave room for the uncertainty

that always found space to crawl beside my safety

that I wished to feel for love. 

No. 

today my love I leave no exclamation marks 

no period

no comma 

no punctuation 

today 

I only leave myself 

hoping that wherever you are

you will look up 

and recognize “I love you“

in every star in the sky 

and when it falls down 

“I love you“

so beautifully 

“I love you“

so gracefully  

“I love you“

that you feel like it is The End 

“I love you“

then remember 

that love never had a punctuation 

never had an exclamation mark 

nor a period 

nor a comma 

that I will never be your beginning 

nor your end 

that I will never be able to fill certainty 

between the space of our fingers 

for I have always just been the voice 

behind every star 

whispering 

“I love you“ 

over and over again 

hoping that one day your echo will come back

for there has never been a punctuation mark for silence