You showed all your cards
Bared to me your soul
I’m scarred and guarded
We have open wounds like matching tattoos
My heart splattered with gun holes like an army truck after combat
You’re filling them up with soil, planting seeds so gently.
Thinking I won’t notice the space you’re beginning to take up
Raw and honest, we water those seeds together with soft lips
and a lingering touch that makes my stomach fall out.
Flaws and flowers, a garden growing in my heart,
I want to bloom for you.
-January 2016
<3 I love this one
What a lovely poem.
Aw, thank you!