him
his eyes are my early morning sunrise
his smile calms all of my anxiety like the waves on a slow November morning when even the birds are inspired by the beauty that’s held in all of his atoms.
his arms take every ounce of heartache and pain out of my body and paint it into a glistening sunset , so that when the sun goes to rest it can take it all away with it .
he planted a garden Inside of me
when I saw nothing but mistakes
and now I am in constant bloom .
//e.b.










