Waxing Moon
When love is hard maybe we are reading from different scripts maybe that inability to communicate is not from lack of love but from missed signals and crossed wires one from a place of security another from anxiety woven and blinded by the mystique of the enduring romantic fairytales is it truly possible that I cannot believe my thoughts? that perhaps the pain and lost love I feel are just the makings of my own? Reset the stage and change the lighting I see you. For all the ways you move toward For how you grow with space with time beside me, as I water my own roots trim the parts of me that no longer serve a purpose ask me how I receive love let me speak yours and together the grass is green where we water