I dream the softest dreams of you. You hold me like glass, the way lovers do. You kiss me to the point of exhaustion. You love me. Your gaze stops at mine.
you want to be loved if only to prove it possible: to tell the world that someone saw you as a conquest & came back alive.
that above all else, you are worthy of the risk, the effort. you want someone to serve you the evidence: you are not as damned as you think you are.
I don’t know. It’s so easy for people to look at my prior relationship and expect it to have been painless. They were kind, and I loved them. But I was single for so long before they left me. I was so alone for so long.
Sometimes I wish I could give my eyes to others. I love everyone and am in awe of them. But the person I’m most inspired by can’t see themselves as they really are. I feel so sad. I want them to put their strength down.