What is it about your skin that calms me?
Your touch has the ability to both
ignite and suffocate my flames
when they burn out of control.
I want all of it.
The chaos, the peace,
the love, the laughs,
the kisses, your touch,
your lips, your scent,
your prickly beard and
the way you sing off key.
I want every bit of it
because we wouldn’t be
us without all of it.
I can’t just say that I love you.
I’m in need of word far greater
to identify this kind of feeling.
Its like the moon finally got to kiss
the sun without igniting into flames.
Like God himself picked me up and
gently placed me in your ocean yet
made sure I could still breathe
while drowning in our existence.
So I can’t just say that I love you.
I’m in need of a word far greater.
There is beauty in falling apart.
You will finally see the gorgeous pieces
those with the blessing of knowing you
already witness and stand in awe of.
One by one, bit by bit, you’ll smile
when you pick up your joy, feel warmth
when you pick up your love, feel uplifted
when you pick your strength, feel whole
when you pick up your faith and truth.
Keep going, keep picking up the pieces.
No matter how long it takes because
every single piece of you is pure magic.
Maybe you needed to fall apart to see it.
“Sometimes falling apart if the bravest act of all.” –Sarah Hackley