be soft for me. be the chuckle on your lips in the early morning sun, be your hands in my hair, be the circles you draw on my spine, be your voice in the back of a movie theatre, be a dirty joke in the middle of church, be the freckles across the bridge of your nose, be a burst of flour in the air when our baking becomes a food fight, be a late-night shower, be christmas lights, twinkling perfectly. you are forests. you are trees i cannot wrap my arms around. i know you are used to others leaning on your branches until you bend from the weight. i know you are used to giving as much as others will take. i know you are used to absolute strength. but i love your gentle, i love your vulnerable, i love the late-night phone calls where you choke back something too sharp to swallow, i love the skinned knees and dark eyes and mind like a beehive. i know you are used to others staring at your leaves and missing the shadows that grow between. but i know. i see. and i love you for all you are, because you are everything to me. i will plant you little flowers so you remember it’s okay to be vulnerable
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 03:30:24 +0000
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