Wounded Love

I'm not waiting for a hero.

I saved myself long ago.

I don't need someone to complete me.

I am whole alone.

I just want

a weirdo to go on adventures with.

Someone who will dance with me,

kiss me when I least expect it

and make me laugh.

That's it.

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One day someone is going to hug you so tight.

That all will stick back together.

your broken pieces

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I will not be another flower

picked for my beauty and left to die. 

I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.

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You deserve more than half-hearted love

more than uncertainty

you deserve a feast not crumbs of affection.

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 They say my Eyes are not beautiful enough. 

I'm sorry your eyes don't get enough love. There's ocean eyes, emerald eyes. But what about brown? Brown the color of late autumn, of chocolate and hazelnut, of amber and onyx, of the first sip of warm coffee in the morning. Don't even get me started on when the sun hits them. 

Whiskey and honey, sweet intoxication. But aren't brown eyes so common? So is rain, so is sunshine, so is laughter and love and kindness. All colors have come together just to be put in your eyes. Isn't that beautiful?