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You

You are the stolen breath from my lips, the sound that peace would make if it could talk. You see the beauty In all situations. You twist the world to the reality that it really is.
You are the greatest adventure through the calmest storm. You are the hail and I am the wind. We clash, we fight, you are strong and I am weak. You are the shelter and I am the big bad wolf.
You change me, you make me see the shadow, the one that lurks heavy on my shoulders. You shake me awake, back to the reality that you've shaped.
I'm nestled in you, drowning in your being. Entwined in the love that you embody. You wrap your strength around me and I'm safe, comforted by you, embraced by all that you are. Breathless to fight the way that you have taken me over.
I am in love with you.
Your spirit fires me, you show night day and the day night. You are the stars and the moon. You are the love and I am the lust. I crave your being, your touch, your scent. The perfect childlike innocence that you create when I'm around. Why are you so perfect. You hurt me but I drown in it. I want more, more of the beautiful pain that you have made. I am scared, scared of the day you grow tired, scared of the love that will leave your eyes. You see me, and when You see me I melt, into a puddle that bleeds only for you. You are life itself, If life had a name it would be you. You understand, I simply can't. You make me feel, through the end of my nerves to the center of my heart. You are the line that I love to cross. You fear me, but I fear you. I fear the love that I feel for you. Do you fear the same?


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