Baby, I Want Our Love To Be Loud
I want our love to be loud. I want it to be fierce. I want it to be passionate. I want it to be anything but mundane and ho-hum and familiar.
I want our love to be loud. I want it to be fierce. I want it to be passionate. I want it to be anything but mundane and ho-hum and familiar.
You kissed me and it tasted like poetry.
When you love a girl that isn’t afraid to love, you see that love is nothing to fear.
You say you love me, but you don’t. You don’t love that I’m standing firm on my two feet, that I’ve never felt the need to lean on anyone else, that even when I let you in so willingly, so freely, I still won’t make you my savior. Because I don’t need any saving.
*Turns on music and starts dancing while getting ready* OMG he’s going to be here in like 20 minutes!!!
Here’s what you need to know: It’s okay to not feel okay. It’s okay to be ‘off’. It’s okay to hurt, to be confused, to feel broken, to cry, to just need a break. It’s okay to need someone. It’s okay to seek help.
And all it took was some water on that scorched earth to get my stems to rise again. All it took was my own nurturing touch to remind me who I was, who I’d always been.
Get out. Get out of my head. Get out of my dreams. Get out of all the places where I can feel you but can’t control whether you go or stay.
When you love someone, truly love someone, you want to keep your memories forever. Not just in a traditional scrapbook or a boring photo album—but forever, forever.
Your sense of self.