metaphorgirl

to be loved by you felt like silenced, autumn mornings; dew drops slipping from the sharp swords of grass, breathing out dragon fire—i was completely inebriated with nostalgia.

you petrify my bones, i am still when you are around. you are the first piercing newborn breath—debilitating for only a moment, yet needed for eternity. a sweet and simple self sacrifice.

i am routine, you are change. it’s comforting to be me, while loving you was a thrill i longed for. you flip the pages of the calendar and i count down the days—come back home.

the vessel carelessly strays, the heart intricately stays. i am the comfortable shadows in a dark room, i ease you to sleep yet i am gone by the morning—come back, this time i’ll stay.