You make me believe in soulmates.
I think mine will meet me on top of Mount Everest
With a bouquet of red tulips and shaking hands.
He will wear a smile and ripped khakis,
With a tattoo of a broken cross on his left knee
And a striped button-down with rolled up sleeves.
And he will greet me on that mountain top with a laugh
And say, “I have been waiting for you to make the climb.”
His eyes will be sunshine and his hands will be oak branches.
He will understand that sometimes I need an extra hour
And that will be okay with him.
He will remind me that rain is for dancing
And life is too short to not eat dessert first.
He will radiate freedom and for once in my life,
I will not want to tame a man, but instead, run wild with him.
He’ll buy the finest china in Asia
Just so we can throw it against dusty windows
And step on the glass ‘til we bleed.
Then I’ll bleed my heart dry telling him about the first time
I cut my wrists so deep they bled,
I let a man love me enough that I stained the sheets with blood,
And the first time my heart bled thinking stained sheets was love
And he’ll tell me that my body is an atlas,
And every scar is someone’s hometown,
And they’re just as beautiful as rain in Paris.
He’ll buy airline tickets full price to Paris the next day
And he’ll tell me that Da Vinci got it wrong when he painted Mona Lisa
And that my smile would be a better masterpiece.
He’ll compare my smile to a lighthouse and
His heartbeat to a lost ship,
Because if skipped beats are storms at sea,
Then my laugh is the north star.
But at the end of the day,
He’ll look at me before bed and say, “let’s celebrate”
And before I have enough time to question why,
He’ll say, “you’re alive and you make me glad that I am too.”
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