…us, us-

…how selfish of me to cry for you now-

this broken and unfinished version of the me I am-

pleading with God for enough life to meet, learn, and digest you-

closing my eyes for just a glimpse of the outline of you-

waterfall eyes because it’s not clear enough-

this often cruel and unfair life-

so bittersweet and unpredictable-

terrified of an ending without the entrapment of anticipated safe and honest hands upon skin, learning the language of the other-

because i still need time-

because im not quite ready-

but i lose time not being so-

gambling with the faith that angels shall protect us both until we are written-

page after page-

book by book-

oh my darling-

my beautiful awaited one-

may life be kind-

may heaven be gracious-

may God be merciful-

and give us, us.

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