I want to touch the raspberry clouds
and feel cotton at my fingertips.
I reach for the sky,
and all I feel is airy nothing.

I want to breathe in
and smell cream soda
and cherry blossoms.
I step outside,
and I smell airy nothing.

Pink.
Soft pink,
Sot milky pink
All around me
Withering away
Unworthy doubts,
Uneasy minds.
Blinking soft, careful truths;
I am kind.

It's easy to romanticize vampiric love,
The kind that eats at your flesh,
The kind that drives you wild with anticipation and hunger.

But somewhere in your midnight,
Love shouldn't break your skin;
Love should walk you home.

He's my everyday love.
He meets me at the brink of Maybe
And carries me back to Certainty.
He is enlightening,
He is lightning.

He's my tomorrow.
The time evaporates,
Leaving nothing but soft yellow light -
Slow dancing, shadowy silhouettes on my skin,
Dappled warmth,
Lightning.

In hushed breaths
He tells me I am safe,
And I am.

Whispered in a still darkness:
I can always tell you love me
When you'd rather wrap me in blankets of warmth
than allow your flickering eyes to be
smothered by drizzling rain,
Sealing them closed by morning

I want to be yours.
I want to be the light that makes you bloom at the end of the day.
I want to be the sunflowers on your bed sheets I want you to know that it's easy for me to love you
Did you know that?
Did you know that the only thing grey about us is the growing roots in our hair?

My heart is our hands
Tied in a knot; intertwined
Your hand in mine