I’m in love with you, but my trust holds
More weight than gold.
So much so,
I struggle to hold my composure.
If our relationship were a scale,
And the world sat at one end,
And trust at the other,
Who would tip over?
I’m not a materialistic girl.
My soul is tender,
Like the meals on holy Sundays.
My mind knows no bounds,
From Milky Way to Milky Way.
I’m a lot,
In a way that causes you to wonder,
Not overwhelm.
If I let you inside my temple,
I’d be lowering you into a well,
And not many wishes make it down here.
Is that frightening?
Transparency is the new currency.
You can’t exchange company
For understanding.
I want your mind.
I want to know I’m not alone
In my ways of thinking.
I am terrified of the unknown,
But time stops for none—
Not even if I stand petrified in fear.
Not even the deepest minds have that power,
No matter the overthinking.
So honor me when I’m not around,
For your own health, not mine.
Crave my existence,
My touch,
My words.
Need me more than you want the world—
The lust, the temptation, the pearls.
'Cause when I say you’re mine,
I don’t mean you belong to me—
I mean you belong with me.
And that’s what makes all the difference.
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