You stopped time; I ceased to breathe.
This time, it feels like those words mean something. Not just an empty promise, but a vow you'll keep. Darling, my love for you is comfort in itself, a blanket in the night, warm food on a rainy day. I was always hoping that you'll love the way I do ... you don't.
Your love is sweet in nature, like the fruit in the forest. I hope one day to explore the greatest boundaries, darling. For your love is endless, unconditional, a house full of baked goods.
Your love is the ocean, mine is the waves that destroy intruders above.
Your words are softer than feathers; the swans envy you.
If you were the sky, I'd be the stars.
YOU ARE READING
Cerulean
Non-FictionMy thoughts, depression and short stories need a place to stay. (Trigger Warning: may potentially contain explicit content such as depression, suicide, substance abuse, etc.)
