Late Blooms

Loving someone who is too easy is a form of self harm. A person who you know is a safe option, a scapegoat from your endeavors into the world of actual romance, is going to starve your roots of their water. Their kisses are deserts and their mouths just a metaphor for white noise. They don’t want you to grow, they want you to be their umbrella because the rain stings, they want you to be their artwork. They want to say, “Look! This is beautiful! And I get to kiss it all I want.” That’s right, “it”, because you’re an object for their eyes to plunder and fall over. Who needs grace when you’re looking at a statue? Except, a statue would be cold. We, the ones who made the mistake of taking the safety blanket over the rings of fire, are anything but cold. We are complex, we are luminous, and we can’t be afraid to live with all of our hearts anymore. We will live without regret, we will say we want love when we want it and how we want it. We, the beauty the world forgot about because we were too shy, are blooming now. Keep growing, and soon you’ll find the person whose lips aren’t made of sand.