Bittersweet is my comfort zone. It sucks. Spicy is great and I want it all the time, but it’s never comfortable. Savory is something I can’t explain, but bacon is awesome. I’ve spent the last year and a half focusing on the sweet. The bitter is back.
I woke this morning from a fairytale dream. I want to write it up as a fairytale, but it can’t end with “and they lived happily ever after.” So I guess I’ll just share it as it is.
You stand in the doorway
Your tiny frame shrinks my prison
Your bright smile gives me the world
In or out?
Either way I need to shut the door
You are my sunshine.
Sometimes… my only sunshine.
Whenever you are near, I feel warm.
I feel like the layers of ice I’ve grown around my heart are melting.
I feel that being close to you leaves me in just some old swimming trunks.
Our conversations leave me naked, my soul unashamed. Continue reading