Maybe the words get caught in your chest because love does not even begin to describe it.
Love is but a show of affection that doesn't touch the raging emotions beneath the surface and this is okay. Time is something that must be savoured on the tongue, don't rush.
I will make you time,
Carve out every hour,
Place every minute you need into a box for you to keep,
I will wait without expecting because words get caught in my chest too.
As to actions and movements, every one of them backing away from fear even though I fear nothing.
Maybe this is because something with such beauty should not be touched by my muddy hands,
If I am the sun and you are always too warm then what does that say?
My well practiced tongue can form words that fall from my lips like petals from a flower. I have done this before, with another person in a different life where everything was grey and cold. The simple words come easy love, but I stumble because I have never known falling in love to be this bright and colourful and warm.
My dear, I feel my body turn robotic every day in the fear of people and one day this will wear off. Like oil in the joints of metal it needs the right conditions. As do you.
My love,
Take your time.
You are safe here.
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PoetryContradictions are my addiction, Let me carve into your ribs the words that my lips fail to form, I refuse to be anything but greyscale, scrubbing the colour from my skin to feel a sense of belonging within this vibrant world. Too much, Not enoug...
