I know I have a chaotic mind, but if I was a moth would you keep me safe at night? Maybe help me find the light from time to time?
And sometimes I can’t find the right words to say, but would you feed me flowers if I was a butterfly for a day? Maybe keep the birds at bay?
What I mean is; you make me less mean and I really mean it. I hope you don’t get sick of me...yet.
A week after my relationship began I awoke in the dead of my sleep next to my partner at 8am with this poem stuck in my head.