How lovely it would be to be broken, to let him heal me into something whole
how romantic to be lost for years, buried under insecurities
only blossoming under his loving touch
how lovely
how poetic
how unattainable
for I am not a fragile flower, shivering in darkness with bud sealed tight
waiting for my love to be the giver of light
I am a towering tree, branches bursting with new spring leaves
my roots are deep and branches high
still lovely
still poetic
II.
I search for strong roots to entangle with my own
so we may hold each other through the windstorms
growing upwards, upwards
into light
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