I was a really lazy person.
If no one would pick me up, I would bath myself in sadness.
But he'd always come around.
Pull me close so I could hear his heartbeat.
Make me laugh.
Giggle.
Shout.
"Oh girl I love seeing you smile"
"oh boy thank you for making me laugh so often!"
The light in behind him colored the ends of his hair in the colors it lights in.
He smiles and it looks like the best, most amazing thing in the world.
He was my encouragement.
For being happy.
Picking myself up.
In this way, I loved him.
He saved me.
From this big black hole.
My mind.
I crawl near to him and cuddle him.
Lay my face on his chest.
Hear his heart beat.
The blood that pumps through his veins.
Keeps him alive.
That moment I realised that all of that functions the same in my body.
It functions so proper.
It's so fragile.
It's so well through thought.
It's so complicated.
But yet it functions.
And it's a treasure.
And all of this treasure is in my body.
In his body.
In everybody's body.
In your body.
"What are you thinking about?"
"about how wonderful, how complicated and precious human bodies are"
"did you know... There's actually a little bit of stardust in your body?"
"you are a whole galaxy"
"but I was just a star"
"Don't think that way, if you were only a star... You'd be the brightest one, shining next to me... And nothing else far away. Just us."
YOU ARE READING
letters for bunny.
PoetryBorn to be the other woman. But one day, she opened her book. She started writing. Writing letters to that girl. That girl, her man loves. That girl who wears the ring that is supposed to be on her finger. The girl that shouldn't be betrayed either...
