All I can think about is watching the sunset with a glass of something sweet.
Then we slow dance our way inside where you let me read your palms and you attempt to read mine. The florescent light from the kitchen bathes us in yellow and we slow dance in our bare feet on the cool tile.
The forever-present weight on my chest finally doesn’t feel so threatening and I can breathe right now with you. Tomorrow can dance before my eyes and I can sigh with a soft comfort in the safety of your arms.
Somehow we make it up the stairs and fall into old dreams still lingering in our sheets. Our fingers intertwine and we lose sense of who is who and all I know is I’m complete.
All I can think about is our love.
She tastes like rain after you’ve been living in the desert. Her skin like silk and you’ve never felt anything so soft.
When you kiss her, you’ve never tasted anything so sweet and you know you’d never crave anything else like it. Her hair hangs like waterfalls around her and you envy when the locks graze her face.
The beating in your chest stutters before it races when your eyes find her, and you can feel your body begin to warm. It rises like the tide just before it sweeps over you and carries you away. Stuck in it’s currents and you’ve never known how a love could feel.
Though it was never a goal or a thought, she taught you what it was to breathe. You didn’t know you only saw gray until you saw the vibrant colors she brought with her.
And when you hold her, you don’t know how you lived before her. You never knew how soft your heart could be.
She makes you whole, and you never even knew you weren’t complete.
I’m right here
Waiting for it all to end
Waiting to be good
And to be good enough
These stitches will heal
And so will mend this heart
And I will be whole
And I will be enough
I will not seek approval
Because I will already have it
In my broken heart of hearts
And for me –
I will be enough.
I peel back the layers from my soul
To the most sensitive, fragile part of me
And I’ll pass it gently over to you
When you feel it shaking in your hands
I hope you don’t think less of me
I hope the scars and bruises don’t scare you off
Never have I been willing to give myself over
Nor have I been soft enough to trust so completely
Hardly any doubts enter my mind
And hardly any disbelief, for that matter
So when you feel my pulse in your hands,
When you feel the speed of it hammering away,
Know that I am praying and hoping and wishing
That you stay and understand what it is that you hold
Know that this is what you mean to me