This will scare you.
It will overwhelm your senses,
taking you down an unmet path.
You will meet yourself in fury, in desperation,
in inexplicable shades of who you were
before the becoming.

But you will blossom before your eyes.
Your heart shall shed its soft skin
and grow layers of strength
you did not know you could carry.

This, darling, is falling in love.
Ricocheting across its plains.
Diving into it headfirst and learning,
with each passing wave,
how to dance with the current.

It will break you into pieces
before it teaches you to be whole.


Make this easier.
Tell me you notice how the silence
has become filthy, awkward, resentful.
Your skin feels foreign.
You are bringing out a side of me
that I never thought could be unsure of you.

I am sorry for letting the days slip through my grasp
and fall to an uncertain floor,
a surface that both of us may not have the space
to stand on together anymore.

There was once a foundation here,
but it eroded before we knew it needed to be mended.