#artislove

              She's absolutely poetry in its wildest form: as balanced as the feeling of serotonin should feel. This is not an act; your flesh is forever etched in my heart and soul. I've spent countless hours practicing my dialect from the words that failed me as I bare my soul to you. You permeate my senses, color my world with rose-colored lenses. You're the drops of rain that splash and crash on my flesh. You bring life and love to all that you grace with your magical presence. I'm in a helpless fall, so falling deep over you (I'll forever be lost in you); you are absolute poetry to me.

She isn't one to mix words when speaking about love and what she longs for in the middle of the night. There's a wildness to her soul that gives you a sense of freedom as if you really can fly with the Eagles in the sky. Those that know her truly, are the lucky ones. To be around such beauty is timeless, a piece of the earth not many ever walk with, or are ever lucky to. There's a magical sensation you get when you're near her, like stars colliding midflight after a long pause in-between breathing her in. I've never been able to have the chance to properly tell her how she makes me feel. I guess I'm intimidated by her colors, her natural flowing state of intimacy. Maybe I'll get around to it one day, but if I never do, these words will be the only justification that I have when it comes to trying to love her and give her a love she's gone without her entire life. I'm shy and awkward when walking in these bones and flesh, in this makeshift home made out of insecure wooden boards from the places I've stayed and my soul has died in.

            And I swear to you, I will paint you in hues of poetry and red roses until the darkness you hide becomes the best metaphor felt in this life (darling, what I am trying to say is, you are incredibly gorgeous to me)...

I'm nothing but a mortal compared to her; she’s nothing more than stardust bleeding out from her veins (oh how I long to be as majestic as her). I'm a spinning cyclone of wander and a turbulent sea of spinning chaos. I hope my insatiable appetite for her doesn't ruin her. I hope my body is capable of withstanding whatever she throws at me. If this is love, may it be childlike in the eyes of my bleeding heart. If this is the love we are after, may it be forever in the time we are allowed to share. Sometimes I catch her sitting alone outside, watching a sunset with her legs crossed and arms folded in her lap. I see her breathing deeply each time a shine flickers against the clouds. It's something too precious for the death and horror I've known my entire life. It's too precious for even the devil to stare at.

             All I want is to paint the color of you, please color my world in the hue of your soul. I ask you, could you be pink, orange, red, or deep blue? I want to discover every shade of you. I want to make my bed your chest. I wonder, what makes your mind tick? What makes those cheeks blush red? If I opened you up, would I find something dark instead, tucked underneath the covers of your bedspread? I want to build a home in the depths of your soul. I want to find solace in every breath of you. If you let me, I'll make a castle underneath the sea of your heart, and play you a song underneath the weight of me.

I know I'm worthy of someone like her. It's been too long since my words turned into a mumbling tune of sad tales and empty wishing wells to something more... something better. She's filling my body up with hope and inspiration, with a silver lining of thread and needle, keeping me together when the world weighs me down. She's my favorite expression. She's the words I'm still braving to write. I can only imagine how many poets would die to be where I'm at with her. Maybe this is how Fitzgerald felt when he created Daisy for Gatsby. We only get one of these loves in a single lifetime. She's my person, a new moon for me to place in the sky for my darkness to cling to and love with absolute admiration. She's better than my solitude; that's how I know love.

#unfinishedpiece leaving things unfinished and incomplete is just another bad habit I have 😅😪

How is it looking although…..???? 🤔🤔🤔

💫☁️🏹☁️💫

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝕶𝖎𝖓

...𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝕶 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓.

🕊Stay Focused on what fulfills your passion, your heart, and soul. Stay Blessed Angels!🤍🕯👼🏽🪞🌸🕊🌬