you're alright with letting nice things go

How to love something without becoming too vulnerable with it? How to love something without breaking myself open for it?

You draw the heart out of my mouth. In all my silence, you make me want to speak.

You are the only one who ever made my heart feel seen. I feel safe... so I undress, I come undone, I expose my skin. I stand bare, with my arms unfolded by my side. I open my mouth, and the heart drips out. My heart is safe under your gaze. No matter what may come to touch or prod upon my skin, my heart feels safe, because of you.

I stepped upon the clouds, I ran away from the reality of my life. I cut my skin open as I did so, I bled out everywhere I stepped, until my heart was exposed. And I, caught up in the dance, caught up in the wind taking me higher in the sky and farther away from “myself”, did not notice the holes inside of me, did not notice my blood spilled and left “myself” so hollow. I did not see my heart sitting right there, unexposed to the outside air. I did not see until a heavy foot came my way, and instead of marring skin, instead of leaving a bruise, it raked right through my heart. It crushed every tendon and vein of my very beating organ when it stepped upon me. Only then did I see. And I writhed and I screamed. “Why couldn’t you see my heart right there??? Why couldn’t you see me????” (It was I who would never look at “me”) And I cried and I screamed. “I am the one to blame for my heart being stepped upon,” so I jumped off the clouds, and my hollow body hit the ground, breaking all my bones.

I love when you look at the sky and can tell it's going to be a beautiful sunset