my words
shared so freely and easily
in black and white
but stick like thorns
in my throat
all that comes out is
you mean everything to me

best friend
soul mate
fabled monickers
don’t do justice
to the magic within your love
listen to my heart
not my words

I am not the girl
standing before kneeled
Princes
bargaining for my
attention
I am not built for those
negotiations
because as much as I
need
to be wanted
I further want
to be needed

cruel intentions
blinded my perception
of my actions
this is my
misstep
but the truth will always
prevail
and my truth
is my love

shelter me from the
storm
of my self-loathing
and I vow
I vow
I vow
to be your everything
in return

if you only give me
the time
to find
the
perfect
words