If you seek a love,
That sits neatly, pressed smooth as linen,
I cannot give you that,
Because true love - is wild.
It is as untamed as fire,
And it dances with the wind.
It is a patchwork of wounds,
Broken promises, mistakes and dreams,
It is heavy with the weight of unspoken things.
It is silent sighs stitched together in laughter,
And tears like summer storms on cracked pavements.
Its is daunting daydreams and many sleepless nights woven into one another.
And yes, our hearts will stumble,
And fumble through shadows,
Reaching for fragments of warmth and familiarity,
Trying to carve paths to the past through the dark,
And though the fabric frays like an old story,
It’s there, in the seams,
Where we discover a strength,
Raw and real colors that run but never fade,
And at the end,
It’s in that flaw that makes love a beautiful mess,
Its own wild masterpiece.
So if you see fit let us embrace,
The snags and tears,
Treating each thread as a testament to our journey unfurling.
Where there is chaos,
There lies the heartbeat,
Each pulse promising that we are alive.
And in that sacred noise, we find the truth,
Cracked open and brilliant,
A symphony of us....
-realness and rhyme
