this romance is not the same as the others, it is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand out stretched but instead two hearts set ablaze + souls enchanted - it made me greedy for witness. funny how that can happen isn’t it. come look at this person + see what i see.
but sometimes they can’t see it themselves. and some people are both the storm + the stillness that follows it, both the wound + the knife.
love is not a weakness but a mirror that shows you what your heart bows to. these vessels are fleeting + finite with each breath bringing us closer to death. so I redirect my love into worship.
worship for myself, for my friends, for the late nights, the early mornings, the tree’s, the bodies of water, for the sunshine and the moonlight.
hell, perhaps even heartbreak can be a form of worship, because a prayer is anything you say on your knees.
i’m coming to terms with the cold fact that no matter what road i take, it will be both glorious + unbearable but the only error would be in not walking.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
this romance is not the same as the others, it is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand out stretched but instead two hearts set ablaze + souls enchanted - it made me greedy for witness. funny how that can happen isn’t it. come look at this person + see what i see.
but sometimes they can’t see it themselves. and some people are both the storm + the stillness that follows it, both the wound + the knife.
love is not a weakness but a mirror that shows you what your heart bows to. these vessels are fleeting + finite with each breath bringing us closer to death. so I redirect my love into worship.
worship for myself, for my friends, for the late nights, the early mornings, the tree’s, the bodies of water, for the sunshine and the moonlight.
hell, perhaps even heartbreak can be a form of worship, because a prayer is anything you say on your knees.
i’m coming to terms with the cold fact that no matter what road i take, it will be both glorious + unbearable but the only error would be in not walking.
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