What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the calmer one I know.
What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted, Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted.
What I love the most is growing with you, into pitfall, Onto steps and heights, or out of the bygone wall, Because you have taught me never to succumb, Even when, I saw the future, Not standing plush & tall.
What I love the most are the times we disagree, Because the fond memories I make around them, Could never be traded for anything that came in dollars or forever-free.
I have named the place where I feel permissed as ‘thee’, Because at times it feels too good to be in glee, That no matter what, thou shall know the ropes and keep them harm-free.
What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the serene one I know.
Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other’s identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn’t necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to
half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams to harvest the power from tears fear climbs on your shoulders unburns hydrocarbons a train moves through the
Change is happening rapidly. It will only seed up! Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement. How we handle it will be interesting to watch. Some will get involved, attach it to themselves. Others will pull away not wanting to