forgive me I tried to love you the wrong way for just a few moments, I got caught up confused by the freckle that sits under your right eye (my left), the way a tiny brown dot brings out the grey velvet sky in your irises. forgive me for tripping over those texts and tumbling into delusion I’ve been so trained to see as a safety net. for not trusting that your cold calls were anything but — woven purely of care, when the rest have been laced with intent. forgive me, I am not sure I have ever understood love of your kind before. I took the honey crystals in your voice like medicine. let them slide down the back of my throat, and assumed.
it hurt at first, that I was wrong. but only for a second. you weren’t looking for anything at all. an empty love — so full and free, like soft arms.
// a little stream of consciousness and masculine relationship healing for today… nothing is coming in long-winded or filled out these days. glad you’re here to entertain these messy drafts in the ebb and flow of it all, too. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts. 💙
I am right there with you feeling short-winded, but I know the longer winds will sweep in soon. I think you prove that you don't need a lot of words to say something well. Hang in there friend!
"I got caught up confused by the freckle that sits under your right eye (my left)"
This is such a good line.