
Comfort is foreign
A word that views me as the plague
Only wanting sensuality in times of distress
When my dreams were escapades
It's always running from my grasp
I am the antonym
Constantly changing directions
I am the inconsistency of the synchronicities
The Universe provides to those that have awaken
Comfortability exists only in my mind
During times when he and I intertwine
And I question the soon-to-be known
"Will it be like this in real life"
If comfort and safety coincide
Then he is my definition of comfort
Because his voice feels like his hand is in mine
On my tattoos, his fingers draw over the lines
My doubt is swallowed by reassurance
And he doesn't interpret me as glass
Yet, he still sets me on their vanity;
Swimming through my currents
His pictures remind me of imperfection
As he dips into my sands time and time again
Weaving through the dunes of neverending
My love for him is a never-ending cycle
His gaze creates the bend of my knees
I pray that it doesn't swallow me
I feel idolized while I venerate him
I hope his kiss feels like holy water
I want it to wash over me in states of everlasting
Cleansing me of my sins with every layer of intensity
A resurrection of my soul; I'll ask for forgiveness
I want him to see my body as a temple
Treasured and dressed up like a vintage doll
I'll tell him to see me as anything other than simple
As I allow him to paint my walls
And maybe my complexity will make him stay
I imagine comfort feels like home
A place to belong
Like me in his arms when I have nowhere to go
A deserted island is always so welcoming
Of someone to take advantage
And maybe that's why I open myself up to him
He rummages my memories and I give him my dignity
I leave behind my integrity hoping that he'll hold me
Love is an addiction and he makes me feel so high
If he didn't catch me, I still wouldn't be able to see
Every text is a fix that reminds me why I can't quit
Extended conversations cause me to overdose
To be loved in the way I desire to love myself
Surfacing these emotions; no one else has come close
Every step towards the possibility of us strikes me
To be a disappointment in his mind is a failure in mine
He makes beats within my ribcage without the knowledge
His melodies fill up my routines
The thought of him and I satisfies my appetite
Cross my heart that death will walk past me
Reasoning that he'll be beside me just a little longer
For he is my god and I, another goddess wanting to encompass him
Faith in him gives me protection
Divinity looks good on us when he raises me up
And I worship what he gives me
He voices reason to my nurturing nature
I hide within the trees
Within him, I embody patience
With him I find tranquility
And the moon reminds me that he sinks in my tides
Waves crash against rocks, drowning out thoughts of us not making it
Comfort is reliving our conversations
His whispers fill my ears, forcing me to succumb to submission
And I know that loveless lies cease to exist
To trust him means trusting my decisions
In a burdened world that disapproves of my inconsistent being
As I continue to bury society's commands for conformity
And I promise myself that seeing him again will bring me comfort
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