1: i am not consistent here, except for maybe on you
2: when i am brave enough, one day i will tell you what each of my scars mean
3: i do not wish to be perceived ever but i will not quit until i have mapped you
4: i’m scared of existence, until you're real to me
5: i live for fire and ice and for shelter and pain, i am sure i can take the extremes
6: stolen each word and pick pocketed each rhyme, you could melt me straight into the ground
7/2: with you i shatter in all dimensions, i multiply, i take on shapes like water
8: i care for you/love you in a way that's innately mine, and at the same time i try to care for/love you in a way that's comfortable to you
9: who are you when no one is watching? are you a wreck of all your insecurities and anxieties or a flower halfway through lessons learnt? are you a dancing breeze playful with the leaves or a grey sky that has a lot to speak? are you a dreamer? or an over thinker? or a creator with dreams to fulfil? are you a waterfall? or a gleaming sun? or a crescent moon in a dark night? how about that weather…
10: i want you… but how will i have you?
11: head bent in worship at a smaller altar, i did so much more. perhaps this altar can be holy too
12: your heart was dipped in ancient gold, with frozen eyes transfixed in time. ripped from the god's sigh, sent to set the world on fire
13: hey, can i ask you for a favor? yeah, um, i’m an aspiring writer and i really need some help with this romance i’m writing. the problem is… i haven’t experienced true love before. so, could you help me? thanks
14: don’t ever do #13, that’s gross
15: did you fall from heaven? because you seem to be a chaotic ever shifting sphere of eyes and wings, with your voice making a sound not of this earth, and i’m kind of hoping god sent you because this is terrifying
16: i be like “i know a place” and take you into my dreams
17: they say all imperfections magnify when you look close. but how do i tell them that even as a kid i looked for shaky veins on discolored leaves
18: summer built a home inside of us but we haven’t seen the light of day in years, until this
30: there’s a couple people i would like to sit in a room with and have a conversation for hours at a time: charles bukowski, robin williams and you
