my ivy, how long will it take you to realize I mean everything I say?
how much will I offer you my heart for you to get it? how many adoring stares must I send your way to make it easier for you? how many times will my tired hands go searching for yours, day and night, to make it make sense?
I love you so deeply it breaks any human bounds we set. I love you bigger than my whole body, heart, and soul. I love you in so many ways platonic and romantic and queerplatonic become completely irrelevant. I love you more than I've loved feeling the sun on my skin, more than I've loved catching snowflakes with my little tongue, more than I crave being with the stars in the sky again. I love you bigger than the entire night sky. I love you bigger than this entire galaxy, and every galaxy outside of ours too, and even bigger than all that
you are a poisonous plant, and you terrify people. it is a shame I'm a gardener that always found the beauty in even the most dangerous of plants. if you were a venus flytrap, bigger than the sky and threatening to eat me alive, I'd run my hands along your trigger hairs and watch your mouth close so I could kiss you properly
every single time I pick up something to write to you, it feels like it isn't enough! like there's not enough words in any language to express myself. like my hands could never write that long to get it all down. like there's not enough time in all of existence for it to be considered enough for me, being by your side
I am sorry if I struggle, if I stutter, if I don't move as fast or slow as I should. I've prayed for a love like this every day of my life and now that it's in my hands, I can't help but stare speechless that I'd be granted someone so lovely
I would grave rob you for those cute little fangs if I hadn't asked the universe to cease my beating heart the moment yours stops too. in fact, it feels like my heart only ever started beating when I found you
my ivy, I was never very good at listening. but when you open your mouth I find the ability to shut up and hang off your every word comes extremely easy to me
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I truly wasn't gonna publish this until I showed it to other writers I talk to and got a lot of good responses
I've been thinking a lot about spiderman and deadpool again lately. and love. if that wasn't made glaringly obvious
who wants a messy call-out chapter next (being vulnerable and openly loving is terrifying for me)
