red opinions and bold voice
classy lines, smirk, stiletto heels.
standing behind your beliefs unflinching and unapologetic, bringing your arguments and convincing, bold and beautiful, getting things done. completely capital.
passionate, abounding, paving new ways and being that voice, structure and day planners and math homework.
laughing with family, always having those words to say to others, deep eyes.
precise measurements, a glorious sunset that turns the sky red, bonfires raging, neon lights and lipstick stains.
and i admire you.
green and feet down grounded
soft light eyes that see you and your emotions, helping you untangle the threads of what you’re feeling. strong arms, gentle hands, crying hugs, smoothing those physical and emotional knots with honesty and sensitive fingers.
bare feet, watching a purple sunset from a tree, drinking tea on the counter, running through the woods, very mixed up playlists.
most comfortable when i’m around emotion, i don’t have enough words. quietly watching, yet ebullient, little bit of a paradox, huge fuzzy blankets and journals everywhere.
scattering ingredients for anything all over the place, but it connects back in the end because there’s a method to my madness and an order to my chaos, and i throw my pens and paper and paint and salt and flour and other components all over the place to make art while i make art.
i am flow of consciousness poetry and puns and open mouthed laughs, you are wit and argument and raised eyebrow sass.
i am citrus and cinnamon smells and pink words, and you are crimson and leather and pepper.
and you, intrigue me.
i’m glad we’re both on this earth with our differences.