I don’t want sad songs anymore.
Give me happy songs, give me love songs. Give me songs that make me feel as tender as you have made me, love.
I am an open wound healing after years of infection. I am clay that you are shaping into something worth loving. I am a girl with a butterfly heart that takes flight the moment your name shows up on my phone screen.
You are the oasis in the desert, the island in the middle of the unending sea, and I am every weary traveler, every adrift sailor, lost and looking for somewhere to call home.
(Each breath I take is a love note with your name on it.)
This love is so sweet my teeth might rot; so warm, I don’t feel my fingers turning blue. This love dipped my heart into golden honey and made stars out of my eyes. You once asked me if I could feel the warmth of your love and I wanted to scream back that it is all that runs through my veins anymore. All of me has become a monument to this love- all of me. The hole in my gut is closing up after years and years of hollowness. The blades in my throat have turned into flowers that bubble out with every laugh- and there are lots of laughs.
(You have saved me from my self.)
Please don’t leave. Please stay, for ever and ever. I’ll need a lifetime to sink into all the colors in your eyes anyways.