You casted me into your waters,
and then I did the same.
Not once did you ever make
me feel ashamed to be myself.
Never placed me on a shelf
like a toy you could use
as you pleased.
It wasn’t amusing for you
to deceive or mislead me.
I float when you tease
me with your mouth
and not your words
as you observe my reaction.
You understand love is an action.
Preserving each moment.
You’re my missing component.
Not for a life fulfilled or a quick thrill.
But, a better one.
My heart weighed a ton.
Somehow you dropped it to none
and carried me over like ocean waves.
I’m happier than when a composer
hears the right pitch.
You stitched me up.
When I didn’t even realize
I needed to be fixed.
You are my sixth sense.
Your touch is so intense.
As you swim in my mind,
I fall immensely in love again.
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By F Cade Swanson2 days ago in Pride
Comments (7)
I need some stuff to happen in my life so I can write like this lol! 😁👏
Anyone should feel good after reading that! Well done!
Breathtaking...so honest...raw and all kinds of lovely. Love this, RP!
I read it backwards, beautiful 🥳💕
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful! Loved your poem!
Beautiful, Real. Oh, to be the person on the other side of such words.
Beautiful piece. Love the part "You stitched me up. When I didn’t even realize I needed to be fixed."