I would give my last, my first, my every wish to take back every tear that fell and every tear that falls. I’d place each one delicately into a jar wrapped in pink gingham blessed in rose quartz and place it at my bedside…I’d take us back to our blank canvas when days crashed and we existed from no where. Instead of greeting you with welcome I’d whisper, ‘its you’ for isn’t that exactly what my soul screamed? I never knew seconds could weigh so much and miles could seem so vast. I’d not wait this time, I’d hand you my locked chest over spilling with the torn fragments of me, and leave you to finger through at your leisure the dark shadows, sharp edges and etched scars. I’d beg you do the same. I’d unpack the monsters of your past, caress them into life, embrace their darkness and kiss away their fears. I’d give my last, my first, my every wish to wipe clean the pain I caused, I’d replace each tear with a kiss, each rip with fingers, each dark thought with knowing eyes that tell you second after minute after hour after day… I am in love with you, you are the cause of my beating heart, the flames igniting my spirit, you are the whisper I hear skipping across moon beams, you are the stars in my dark, you are my dark, my light, my source, my love, eternal.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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