I crave you. Even as the bittersweet thought of leaving
claws its way up my aorta, tearing its path from my heart to my head, my blood
bleeds only for you. I used to be so inconsistent-- strongly fragile, and
irreplaceably alone; A cog in a machine that had broken long ago, with the
shattered remains casting a mere shadow upon the purpose it was meant to serve.
I was a friendly reminder that perhaps the happy ending does not wrap things up
in a neat little bow, a perfect package ready for post, but rather ending in an
entangled web of ribbon, discarded and used only for the regifts and the
rejects. But then you came along,
and despite the messy exterior and disorganized interior, despite the certain
fatality of life, you found beauty in the chaos and straightened my web of
futures unforetold. You made me feel lovely and whole, and you shined the
tarnished outside of perfectly good silverware that had been left for rust a
long time ago. I love you. Even the cloyingly crisp lace of the words feels
sappy and sweet in my mouth, and although they stick and seem to glue my teeth
shut like molasses, they ooze out of the edges, dripping from my head back into
my heart. You’ve breathed life into my veins and made me laugh the way that I
gave up laughing so long ago. I love you. Words are thrown around so easily
these days. Tossed into the air to be soaked up by the sun, as invisible and
light as nitrogen in the atmosphere, and as abundant as well. But these words
weigh me down with their burden, begging to be released into your mouth, into
your mind. They need to free themselves from the cage my heart has built for
them into the home your heart has made for them. I love you. I crave you. I
need you. I’m yours.
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