“I want all the things.
I want the light to leave
burns in me from where yours entered.
I want them to scar
and be the most beautiful marks.
I want to remember that love
because it will surely fade,
as all good things do.
I want to rekindle it then,
keep on loving you.
I want to be the pillow
your head rests upon.
I want to be the music
you dance to in the dark.
I want to live in the laughter
of your heartsong,
to be the only girl
you take home
and the one your mother
nods her head at, approvingly.
I want my fingers
to intertwine with yours,
and our lives to grow up and together
like the sunflowers that stand tall,
always facing the sun, standing solitary,
but close to one another.
I want to stand beside you like that.
To create something strong and true,
that fierce storms, raging winds
and streams of water
cannot tear down our roots.
I want our foundation
to be like bricks, sturdy,
so that after years,
the strength of the structure shows,
still stands upright,
worn, weathered, standing.
I want you.
It’s been you before we met.
I knew you lived, somewhere,
but it happened the way people say,
my soul knew you before my heart,
and when my heart caught up,
the soul just giggled,
“Before eyes saw the other,
or sweet lips touched,
I knew.
It was written there, on you.
So faint that you had forgotten,
but I hope that now you see,
his heart was always for you,
Love,
That’s how it was to be.”
My heart smiled then,
Knowing the scribbles
the soul spoke of.
It was always so.
You were always part of me.
That much I do know.
I want your kisses now.
I want you to create with me,
To be the love story
little girls grow up wishing for,
and the real-life chick flick women watch
and ask, “When will it be my turn?”
I want you to come into my life
like a calm wind and carry me all my days,
like the warm summer salty breeze I grew up loving.
I want you to know I don’t need you,
but I choose you.
For your scars, visible and hidden,
and for the light you bring.
I want you,
Just you.
I want all the things,
All the things.”
Et on continue dans la série d’articles méli-mélo, c’était un jolie poème extrait de RebelleSociety.
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