Acidic Art

I Promise to be Careful.

Twilight is already gorgeous without you with me in the experience

-But I'm not complaining

when you offer your raw rubies of passion in the calming palms of your open hands

The canyon of how your mind works 

Might just be the kind of steep I'm willing to slide all the way down for.

Maybe I'd find the bridge between your brain and heart

Or the dice you roll before every decision you make;

I'd pick it up to see if it's weighted.

Which do You tend to follow?

If that doesn't work, 

I'd dig deeper into your collected chaos

And watch where your butterflies go

-Careful- to make damn sure Not One is rejected

Because I care for your soul enough not to let you feel that again.