you speak to me in words like whispers; in promises and in laughter and in honesty that rings sweetly in my ears like tiny prayers. i want to carry your stories in my hands and cling to the syllables when i am without the sunlight that sleeps underneath your eyelids.
guide me along the outline of your skeleton, show me the secrets of your limbs. i want to memorize your cadences, your curiosities, the universe kept hidden in your sighs.
you look at me in that way. in this crowd. in this light.
and i wish that i was a clean slate for you. for me. a body without a broken heart. i want to be pardoned of my grievances, my misgivings, the fear that sometimes sits alone in my chest and the delicate thread that binds me to the past.
but there are still bruises underneath my skin. there are colors i can’t be too close to. words i can’t bring myself to hear. memories that rise up in my throat and linger until i can no longer breathe.
and i will hurt your feelings. i will be wild and irrational and a chaotic mess of uncertainty. i will try to be stronger than i am. and i will believe i have no strength at all.
i will want to be the moon, forgetting that i am already the sea.
but you embed your prayers into my lips and i dream the poetry of your heartbeat. i have faith in the miracles that lay anxious and waiting in the veins of your hands.
you are a golden glimmer in the pink-blush sunset sky and the bright moonrise blue of a winter evening. you are perfumed summer air. you are the exhale before the leap. you are mischief, you are magic.
you make me want to stand tall, to soar. let’s delight in the questions and become the answers.
you look at me in earnest, lingering glances. in question marks and exclamation points.
and in this light, i want to love you.
re-posted because the image is a little difficult to read (but i like it so it’s still staying on here).