Happy Birthday, Woo.
What a wild we are.
my heart parts all wisdom whacked.
how in this world
are we supposed to be apart?
how in any other
are we not to survive ?
I’ll foster your learning and love,
I’ll adopt your presence with care.
I’ll be your guardian, ratifying our conviction
I’ll take you the everywheres.
When I have a heavy heart
I don’t feel fat or off the scale.
I feel my blood veins disjointed
And dragon sadness of a tail.
A heart with weight,
can also mean pure and full
Like explosion works of fire,
that create the half that makes the whole.
And if my heart is solid,
like that soulfire around your way,
I know we will be complete
before we start our stay.
War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.
It is okay to ask for quiet time.
If you need to recharge, regroup, reassess.
It’s okay to let me know.
To be respectful and mindful to the feelings that come with being human.
Knowing what kind of action or non-action will sadden or frustrate one another.
Let us be soft. So that we get the most out of each other.
Teach each other it’s okay to be vulnerable to express our needs or desires; that we won’t run if we tell or get told.
It’s okay to request things. It’s okay to need things from me.
A certain way to love, to listen, to communicate.
It is okay.
I’m not ready for you yet,
but I will be.
And I will want it not to be too late.
You’ll wear yourself out being someone you’re not for somebody else. You will collapse. You will not last with anyone if you are not downright upright you.
Fear gets in the way and in the end, fear of stepping forward like you are, will have you stepping out.
You have to be yourself if you want a relationship to last. That’s why none of mine have. Well, the last two anyways.
The first few, I was too unknowingly smart to be someone else.
I’d break open each pistachio in the whole bag for you.
I’d crack open your 11 cans of beer, I’d,
I’d travel 73 blocks to grab you your favourite Thursday night chew.
I’d rub your back and your feet any night of the week.
You see, I would care for you in such a way, that I would believe it.
How do you leave something you love?
What about someone?
They are still nouns I suppose.
But a cave isn’t the same as a person
no matter how deep they can both be.
They are both nouns.
But one makes you feel more then the other.
Is that the difference?
It must be.
But maybe that’s just the adjectives talking to my noun heart
and making me feel adverbly a lot like a simile.