I travel for you around the world, collecting moments, oh how absurd! To bring you beauty, to bring you joy…
you will meet a girl
and she won’t carry violent secrets on her arms
but she will be delicate;
she will kiss like her lips are soldiers and yours a minefield.
she won’t walk with rose bushes beneath her feet,
because she has already gathered them into a vase on your kitchen table.
and while you lay in her bed
she will run her feathers across your skin
and you will forget you’re ticklish.
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me