You wrap me in your arms, stroke my cheek,
I feel weak
You kiss me softly with your lips,
But also with your gentle words,
And a smile that always feels
It frightens me.
You feel like home,
Safe and comforting,
Yet easy and familiar,
But also like an undiscovered adventure.
Is this a mountain, ready to fling me down as soon as I climb up
Or a smooth river, ready to gently carry me to safety?
I can’t take the mountain anymore.
You disarm me,
I put down walls willingly,
Lay down my weapons of mass protection,
Hang up my armor.
I am raw,
Pure clay from the earth,
Soft and malleable
Yet strong and buildable
I don’t have the energy left in me
To be putty for an evil crafts maker or solider.
Please don’t be from enemy lines.
I am knowingly
It’s been a long time
Since I’ve decided to lose form
And be the soft, flowing, mess
That I am
In attempt to find love.
You make me want to try.
I am afraid.
But also so damn ecstatic.
Capitalize on the ecstasy,
But please don’t exploit my fears.
Make me believe.