My heart is a heavy burden, inky with words I’m afraid to share. I’m penned in truth, but I was sacrificed with a lie. One I made true, because I was a lie too. I’m newly made. I’m stitched with dreams that unravel with every touch, every whispered word, sold to burnt-out flesh. The chase is on, but I’m no longer running. The destination is no longer assured. I’m changing to suit you, willingly, openly, freely. Yet I hide. I can taste every bittersweet promise. The wanton prayers of would be lovers is tangible. I can feel your presence. The ghost of neediness is haunting. The billowing nakedness that finds me in the light and the dark. You’re bleeding for me, each drop more real than the first. I’m prayer and pain, love and loss. I’m controlled chaos to a yearning heart. I’ll feed you in friendship and steal your soul, one kiss at a time. My wants are simple and few. They can’t be bought with paper or stones, but with honesty, integrity, and your salvation. Love is never bought or traded, it’s earned in truth. The price is higher than you know, but I can be had. ~ Heather Miles • 2017 #heatherunfiltered #ifyoudare #liveyourtruth #loveisneverassured #nopaper #nostones (at El Cazadores)
