You picked me like a rose despite my thorns.
You cut me and I pricked you. Blood running down our fingertips as we held each others hearts.
Can we just skip the melodramatics?
The “I want it but I can’t have it.”
I want a garden of endless love letters. I want our story tattooed on my body… but that wouldn’t be great for job opportunities. Maybe I’d settle with your name in my native tongue because no matter how many people I meet- it’s already engraved on my soul.
I want laughter with you pressed up against me. I want to scream your name from the highest place. Sharing your breath while you go deeper inside me.
I’m okay being on the edge of insanity. As long as you’re there holding my hand.
Walk with me in love, faith, patience, resilience and passion? Living our wildest dreams. It sounds like one doesn’t it? A dream.
Dreams are only dreams until you put them into a physical existence. Dreams can’t kill you- can they? I suppose, if we let them die.
I’d rather burn in the flames with thriving curiosity knowing I laid my heart on the front lines- than watching the garden we once shared wither away until there’s no signs of life.
So let’s water the earth. Wherever we stand.
Let’s learn and grow hand holding hand. Laugh in the sun and smile at the unplanned. Protect one another with all that we have.
Does it have to make sense to anyone else? The perception of others never mattered to me- I know how I carry myself. I can accept all my faults and that I’m fucked in the head or that some days I wished that I was better off dead.
I am growing and learning and made from the earth. I know who I am- I know my self worth. Im funny, intelligent and intuitive. I am passionate and theatrical and so very human.
But it’s nobody’s business- as I writing on a platform with millions of users.
We can spin and sing and dance in the rain- grow wildflowers all over the place. I guess I’m just here to say that- I love you.
Have you had a better offer in your whole life? One with everything.
