The way you looked at me scared me because it reminded me too much of forevers,
empty promises proven in my past to be nothing but a silly cliche,
and I’m not in the business of living this life to waste my breath.
My past has proven that the words we promise each other when awake are lies,
poorly constructed verses as a desperate attempt to keep people,
but the way you looked at me was different,
there’s no ownership in your embrace.
You don’t speak promises with your lips,
and what scares me most is that you mean them,
pretty soft eyes gazing in the morning light,
soft enough to keep me sleeping but strong enough feel.
When I break down in the darkness your body falls into me,
gives into all my inhibitions and makes me feel guided.
I’ve never known a love to not ask so much out of me,
to fall for what I so poorly offer in these beaten shaky hands when I don’t offer much but uncertainty.
I can’t promise I won’t ever flinch when you go to touch me,
but I know you’ll touch me anyway,
reminding me to be soft with the hands that are gentle,
but respecting that I’ve trusted hands that haven’t been before.
You’re here to teach me so many lessons in love,
and I’m here to be myself unapologetically,
to love through everything that I’ve lost,
to accept the love I deserve for the first time in forever.
No more fixing the broken because you are more put together than most,
pieces put together in grace and in beauty,
and my soul is so happy to have met you.
Pretty girl on the West side of the world,
teaching me what it’s like to feel,
teaching me that actions speak louder than words.
