And a frightening truth
that screams like
a brisk fall breeze
through her chocolate hair and sprawls along
her shoulders like
a screeching July sun
is that the only man
who did actually deserve her is the only one who thought he didn’t.
She flushes warm trickles against his flesh, a cataclysm spilling over her borders, besmirching him with her sins; a wicked yet delectable affair.
I loved you fearlessly and recklessly knowing that one day you would destroy me.
I still chose you,
I would choose you again.
I don’t want easy.
I want love that burns bridges, someone that will love me to exhaustion.
I want the confusion and understanding that struggles to keep me alive,
someone that makes each
exhilarating rush worth every sacrifice.
I want the terror so paralyzing because nothing is expected
or intended, someone
that shows me restraint
and if not restraint
then earth shaking love.
And when the earth shakes from the way
that we love this palpable fear subsides
and we fly.
There’s a magic glow that dances behind his eyes, and the truth is that not many can recognize it and even fewer can decode it. But this woman, somehow, even while knowing that he still seems to believe he doesn't deserve her, is the only one to ever speak his language. They cared about one another, and man, they could've loved each other.