Dear You,
Every morning you awake is a blessing in itself. Cardinally you captured my eye and my mind. It is not often you find a girl whose intelligence matches her beauty, especially at your caliber of grace and delicacy. Before you correct me, yes I know, you are not delicate. I do not mean to provoke your defense. I am suggesting, the silhouette I see when you sleep soundly or the way the sun hits you in foolproof ways. You are delicate to me. The way you rub your thumb over mine is tender and soft. I love the gentle being you are at 3am. The way your voice floats through the air and tangles itself into my soul. You are captivating, in the simplest ways. Often I find myself getting lost in you, not in a cliche way. Nonetheless, I stay and explore, sifting and searching; Opening every door and studying every inch of what makes you, you. I want to learn how you became the true embodiment on an angel. Did God send you down here to teach me about the innocence and benevolent mysteries of the world? If he did, I would like to send him a message. I could keep it simple and express my gratitude with a “thank you.” My dilemma here lies deeper. A simple thank you lacks in appetence of my kindest affirmations. I am not just grateful that you took my soul by the reins and began to show me, we do not just call for storms to resign but instead we chase them. You are not a force to be reckoned with. The power you hold deep within your bones can move mountains and tame tigers. Your exuberance is vital to your autonomy. I aspire to illustrate your beauty through mere words and analogies but I will always fall short. If I were to describe the way your lips are plump and opulent, I would be proving the absence of tenderness and enchantment they encompass. You are breathtaking, inside and out. Your eyes pierced me comparable to a sewing needle that notoriously stitches seams together. Pushing through the surface, without an apology. You move yourself in and out of my spirit, day by day; stitching my seams together and embroidering your name on my heart. Although you are careful not to prick me, I am fearful you will stumble on my rough edges. I realize periodically, through countless conditions, you mastered the act of picking yourself up. I admire you for this. As your spirit gushes with potent emotion and passion, I nose dive into your magnanimous character. You are the ample amount of sunshine, with a touch of fire. Your flare and fervor, go hand in hand; As I pray our souls will.
All My Love,
Me
it’s not you it’s my personality disorder
oh god i’m a person. oh christ
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