Would I Give My Freedom?
Its mine.
there is my little dark spot on the corner of his mouth; its mine: I don't care who kissed it before me, or who will kiss it after me, it belongs to me and always will.
I don't really care what other people see;
I don't even care what I see;
I care what I feel. I care what I breath;
and how I butterfly; and how I laugh. How I can fall asleep inside perfectly imperfect tatooed arms and wake with a smile on my face. How the spirit world dances on his skin and shines in his eyes, and how he trusts me blindly. and how he will always trust me blindly.
Its so much sadness to let go of something like this. Its not ready. but i'm a child who will burn her mouth reaching for hot cookies. (damn right he's hot cookies)
and its ever sadder to feel this fleeting fancy that is going the way of my alter ego; I want so desporatly to prove myself worthy of him; and I forgot he adored me before I was a butterfly. feeding the catapillar chocolate cookies and horror movies.
thats all I ever wanted; Acknowledgement. and today I got it.
IAMready.