random thoughts & scrawls

07.10.17

Look at you.

How divine of a exterior you possess;

And yet, an even lovelier interior.

From your curved lips to your coffee eyes,

It would be impossible for me to choose a favorite.

And dear god, the way your hands ever-so-gently graze my ivory skin,

I have goosebumps simply at the thought.

You are so careful with me.

It's as if you're afraid I'll shatter,

Like many have absentmindedly allowed you to in the past.

Don't worry, dearest, I'm not similar to those others;

But you realize this.

You realize I'm unlike anything you've seen before.

You think of me as some rare being, who is somehow capable of understanding your past, whom looks past every insecurity you possess;

Simply because I don't think them important.

Because, lovely human, your scarred arms and barricaded heart are simply mementos of where you've been.

You survived your past.

You're convinced you're getting better.

I'd like to imagine I'm helping.

Perhaps that's a rather arrogant statement.

But after your admittance of peaceful nights after the first two times your gaze fell on mine,

Could you blame me for thinking such a thing?