JUNIE.

chéri: to babe.

you must love what's there before you can let them see the you that only your mirror has seen. she is ever-gold, a delicate flower in the hands of god. she breathes deeply before she goes out into the field where she waits for her life to be taken away before it even starts. its all burning lies and freckled kisses that only she can see as the sun shines down on her. she takes two steps and falls down while the shadow of her younger self rests on the back of her scratched up shins. sipping on the sunlight and craving stars to fill her up until she feels like she is shining, take her above venus and love her until she can't inhale a single shaky breathe. coat her skin with your delicate kisses that leave her gasping until she soothes down from her sugar high. the tingle that makes her laugh louder, her smile brighter, please love it. she doesn't love what's there, swallow down her insecurities with your blue lips that get softer as the clashing of teeth gets deeper. love chéri, for she is just the air you breathe when you can't take the damn lies you've been living.