Sometimes I regret what came before you, those bright times that turned to dark days that leave me too afraid to love you with reckless abandon.
I want to call you my best friend, want to run away with you to France, want to wake up to your arms around me every morning.
I wish I didn’t know reality so well. It’s the only thing holding me back, too scared to ever let go completely.
Thank you for loving my body.
I am learning to love it too.
Don’t you know that I’ll be around to guide you.
Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you.
Filed under Sight, Sound, Words
I am learning you.
Your bends, your folds. Your morning breath, hot on my cheek. Your hand in the small of my back, a gentle secret in a crowded bar, my thoughts askew from too much whiskey.
I am trusting you.
Intermittent texts translate to hours lost in Logic and tracking, a drive to finish projects and work hard. They don’t mean you changed your mind.
I am forming to you, wrapping my life around you and settling into the comfort of someone near me at last.
You have seen my worst parts, but you’re still here. We aren’t perfect. Sometimes I get angry for no reason and sometimes you say all the wrong things. But you’re here, and we are colliding into something wonderful.
Sunshine and the taste of coffee and metal. Relearning how to be responsible to someone else and when to take a little time for myself.
Filed under Sound, Tweets
‘I wanted to spend my life with you.’
‘We never should have been together at all.’
So the world pulled out beneath my feet and my heart broke, right that minute.
Sometimes it’s that straightforward, that clichéd.