Tip Toe | ReBecca DeFazio
I fell in love with your tiptoeing;
quietly and carefully you would
find your way to my heart.
Climbing up my ribcage so slowly
to make sure that you never touched
my lungs, never shattering a bone,
never causing too much heavy breathing;
heart safety was your highest priority.
You never forced anything, when you
got caught in my blood stream and it took
you for a ride away from my heart, you swam
against the current. You did everything you
could, fought when my body saw you as a
threat, whispered into my mind’s eye over
and over again, “you are loved, you are loved,
YOU are LOVED.” Never imposing your name,
spreading something wild like a flame into my soul;
self love coming before you ever touched the softest
parts of me, making sure that we could be complete…
I loved you. I love you. I love us.
I love your tiptoeing.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
Tip Toe | ReBecca DeFazio
I fell in love with your tiptoeing;
quietly and carefully you would
find your way to my heart.
Climbing up my ribcage so slowly
to make sure that you never touched
my lungs, never shattering a bone,
never causing too much heavy breathing;
heart safety was your highest priority.
You never forced anything, when you
got caught in my blood stream and it took
you for a ride away from my heart, you swam
against the current. You did everything you
could, fought when my body saw you as a
threat, whispered into my mind’s eye over
and over again, “you are loved, you are loved,
YOU are LOVED.” Never imposing your name,
spreading something wild like a flame into my soul;
self love coming before you ever touched the softest
parts of me, making sure that we could be complete…
I loved you. I love you. I love us.
I love your tiptoeing.
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