We’ve all heard about the prince, the princess and, the witch, where the villain never makes it to the end and everybody lives HAPPILY. EVER. AFTER.
But worry not, I’m here to tell the tale of the man of my dreams, the man of all highs and feels.
The man of my dreams is never far from me.
He is as close as my skin
and he flows with the blood in my veins.
He is not too tall and not too sweet,
He is funny as hell then 1, 2, 3, I’m lost in his gaze.
I call for the man of my dreams.
The man of all highs is not handsome but beauteous.
In his eyes with his smile, I feel like life isn’t that hard,
He laughs at my jokes and speaks the tongue of sarcasm.
He holds me close and calls my scars curves.
I long for the man of all highs.
The man of all feels is sitting right next to me.
He doesn’t care if my mood is low because he can swing that swing back and forth so I can rise when I go low.
He doesn’t care how broken I am, he has seen me whole so, he says to me “rebuilding you up, is nothing at all.”
I hold on to the man of all feels
The man of tales lies with what can break me so no one can use it.
I choose to trust for now than wonder of it later.
If it hurts I’ll know how it once felt.
To you my love and to our questionable ever after.
