I love you with the force of a life I dreamed I'd one day get, never believing possible.
I love you with a rage so deep I find myself at awe in what you inspire in me, even when my blood boils.
I love you like I needed a better childhood to express.
I love you like you show me all the ugliest parts of myself for me to face, just to show me they're illusions.
Like I love you, and also fuck you, and also my life without you lacks this magic we've been living in that I begged and prayed to a god I stopped believing in in my youth to find something honestly lesser than you.
You love me like I'm a different character in my life than ever thought I was, and I much prefer this set, this self, this path so much better.
You are prove that my gods love me and want me to be happy despite all the muck of this existence, and it's persistent foolishness in all directions.
Loving you is a nightmare I didn't know I'd enjoy having.
Loving you is facing demons older than me, darker than I directly know, and feeling like the brightest light that's ever crossed your sky.
If another star bright as us ever came past I'd let you know that love too, even if it changed everything, but of what it took to keep that damn smile on your face during what felt like my hardest and most shameful moments.
I love you ferociously, and like I'd let you draw a sword without caring to reach for mine.
You frustrate like nothing I've known, and you've held me in ways I didn't think I even wanted.
You are a bright moon in my sky heating my waters passed my levels for sense and stillness.
Loving you is a full time commitment that feels challenging and exciting to learn after I've been through.
You make me tired, and you show me how to relax; teaching me what I've been teaching others when I've been doing too much.
I love you through religions and oddly positioned paths that force me to expand and reconsider myself in my own reality.
What is love if not historical records? What is love if not practiced kindness regardless of this moment?
Goddess. Sadist. Student. Companion. I trust you enough to believe in loving you know matter what comes.
Bless this love. Bless this love. Bless this love.
I do not want to fear where this love will take me. I don't want to be lost in a world that polishes it's own shit to offer up others; hating themselves the whole time. What good is this life in this world if love is not a chief reason among it. I honor the call to transform, not to be worthy of love, but let myself believe I am, from you whom I adore. I didn't think a love could be this confusing and fulfilling and this dance so deep, so exhilarating to ride.
Death to the life and self I knew before. Death to concerns I was too foolish to realize sooner didn't matter. I've feel so dumb and accomplished at the same time, achievements higher than my self esteem that I didn't know I kept so low.
My possessive heart sought other lovers to honor you, if only there was another to share in this transformative dance we've been learning together.
May the flowers of our hearts blossom, moon after moon, year after year, clashing ways and honest tenderness. Let the fruit of this love taste amrita and honey. I cleared a life for this love, for this path, for a leap into the mysteries of this existence; always beside you.
I think is how Goddess worship ought be done.