I fall in love
every single day with someone or something.
They’re rarely ever good for me
I like sweet things, good nature, and sentences laced with laughter.
I have the capacity to finely dice you into bits
I’ll julienne your confidence to little shreds
Really provoked though.
I’m growing soft in my old age
I let more and more things float on by me.
I see everything in its core truth,
you see I simply have a finite amount of energy
I must be compelled.
I have a body
a human body
finely woven fibers of magic
that I get to exist in for now.
This is evolving, always. Aren’t we.
For my boyfriend’s honest poem that will bring you to your knees: