you look at me
like i'm the most beautiful thing
you've ever seen
and i whisper a silent prayer to the Maker,
please don't let this be the last time
i ever feel this way.
he rolls me over on the ground
as our lips share a laugh,
and its then that i realize.
this is what i've been chasing my entire life.
i don't believe you
when you promise not to break me.
nothing against you, darling
it's simply my nature.
i am glass.
just wait until you see through me,
it will be impossible not to
shatter
me.
he anticipates my needs
before i am even aware of them.
that, i believe,
is when i knew.
and maybe,
this whole idea of
the one
has been slightly glorified
but it all makes sense -
the tales are true -
in the tiniest of moments.
the way his lashes
breathe along with him,
how the colors in his eyes
d a n c e.
the way his heart
leads the way for mine.
God,
he cradles my heart
like no one ever has.
- so maybe there's something to this.
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
