SMALL TALKS

how much?

how much will it take

how much will it take to open your eyes to see the mountains you have built around yourself: the ones that help others to climb.

how much will it take before your smile cracks your face, instead of the usual drumming of self doubt cracking your heart strings.

how much will it take before you drench your bones in whiskey and set yourself alight for them: the same them that told you you're not enough.

how much will it take to make you see that you've painted my skies of dark crimson and gold; what if you could see the colours on your palette like I can?

how much will it take to open your eyes to each river in your veins and the starlight in your eyes, dust caught in your eyelashes.

how much will it take to make you see you're made of gold and emerald ashes, and not cobblestone bricks.

how much will it take to make you see

that you're a complete and utter miracle in this world of blood stained skylines?

how much will it take

to make you kiss your own wounds instead of letting others throw salt in them?

how much will it take

to make you realise you're more than their dry words?

honey,

you might've been a daisy in their world of roses,

but daisies have always been my favourite,

and you can't make a chain from roses,

but you can bet that i'll string you together,

until there's no room to fall apart,

and so i can make you see,

you mean everything to me.

so just tell me:

how much will it take?