You are more than the ones who couldn’t love you with the same tenacity, who couldn’t promise forever, who couldn’t fight. You are more than a bleeding heart, letting yourself spill for people who don’t see your worth. You are more than this.
you will feel me when I leave
like all the threads that hold you together
I bring passion
into places where there is none. I turn flickers
I will choose you,
because I do not see another choice
that ends as beautifully.
Not another choice I would rather make.
I’m taking your hand and walking by your side. I’m acknowledging that this road ahead is one that I have no control over, and I’m accepting that for what it is—an adventure, our adventure.
You are a wild and beautiful thing.
You must always remember
the difference between being loved
I just want to stretch the minutes so that I can exist, in this place, with no commitments or destinations, no expectations or places I must go.
Do you think two people can forget the way another’s lips tasted on their mouth?
And why is it that I’ve become so accustomed
to the thought of my life
without you in it?
But what about the hands you’ve yet to hold, what about the touch that grazes over your skin and sets fire to you, somewhere deep inside?