and as I
write this,
even more so.
For I believe
that we
speak things
into life.
And this includes
bad things.
What frightens me
is that you
will somehow
disappear, get lost
or take yourself off
to somewhere else,
indefinitely.
And more so,
the prospect that
you will simply
slip away slowly,
your marvelousness
leaking through my
grasping fingers.
The slow smoulder
to death, through
inattentiveness,
and that age-old
passion killer: taking
someone for granted.
These are the
thoughts that
keep me up at night,
and have taken their
toll on my pinky nails,
and the heads of my pencils.
They add frown lines
to my forehead
and make that
want-to-vomit feeling at
the pit of
my stomach.
And now I’ve
gone and said
these things. They
are forever out in
the world, and I
cannot ignore their
existence.
Precious one.
I see you, in all of
your delicious glory
and it’s my hope,
no, my wish until I die
that I will continue
to flourish in
the glow of
your nearness. Your
magic and light
continuing to
seep slowly into
my very bones.
For love is precious,
this I know. And
tending to these
phenomenal things
in our lives
makes us so much
more
than
whole.
It makes us
expand into
our true, messy,
perfectly loved
imperfect selves.
~Lu
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