every moment I spend in your presence, makes me more capable.
every moment I spend in your presence, makes me more capable.
the stories i tell myself– though elegantly crafted, are not true.
even the shadow of your love is the brightest place I’ve ever been.
acknowledge what it is that is truly sacred in a ritual.
sometimes myself i find, playing a waiting game, dictated by you.
insecurities are rooted in a place that rarely sees the light.
sometimes i think it might be easier if you used a few more words.
i love how tightly you hold onto me at night– (as if i would leave.)
the volumes that you communicate without re- sponding: infinite.
i love you most for your belief in magical beauty abounding.
the edges of myself 