I fall in love as easily as the sunrise kisses the horizon on dawns cast in amber and honey. 

My first love was midnight dappled with bright stars. My second love was meadows filled with fairy rings. My third love was violet inks breathing through pages fragrant with imagination. I'm enamoured with lemons in water and sweet apricot meringue and the melody rain plays with my tears on cloudy mornings. 

If this is love, then I wish to experience every glittering, shattered, unbroken piece of it. Dreams will be my paintbrush, and whimsy my canvas. 

☽☕︎︎❦

Genderfluid. He/they/she