you blossom
and I am flushed,
flustered in lust
utterly taken with
your breath and bias for sunlight.
over the years I’ve watched you grow towards the beams
and I used to hate you
but I commend you
for being willing to look at a fire so blinding
just so the sun spots in your eyes would layer another reality over your world.
most people would pick up a pair of rose colored glasses,
but you, sweet flower,
like the thrill of vulnerability as the first step in your wall-building process.
your paradox, much like my own,
drives me wild.
-A.
About the Creator
THE ALYH
A hybrid creative driven to connect and destined for play. I see lifestyle and experience as forms of art, and use self-study as my fuel and my science. My heaviest themes are high-sensitivity, intuition, and awareness. I just love being.
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