I will unbutton your anger until i reach its softness and make love to each flaming inch I will kiss your oceans on a full, throbbing moon, dig my toes into the sand and try not to be blown away by the high tide in your lungs, I will stay. I will pull you back before your footsteps turn to footprints and I will flutter aplogies into your collarbone until the thrashing in your chest subsides. I will sing you lullabies and try to understand the screams echoing down the corridors in your mind. But I will not be the floor you walk on when you walk away I will not apologies for wounds you slashed into my skin When the salt water from my eyes trickles to your shores I will fight everything about you that tells me I am small. I love you. And as that love grows do not be fooled into thinking I have plucked it from the orchards of love I am blossoming for myself When you spit in my ocean and sail away I will not ask for you back You are welcome in my arms and in my heart But I am not your welcome mat. -tumblr
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 22:45:15 +0000