Come lie down next to me,
my fingers drawing circles in the palm of your hand,
your ear against my beating heart,
your lips drawing breath from my lungs.
Curl up against my waist and fit into my curves like the gods have created your body solely for mine. The sun comes in through light curtains, moving up your arm and throwing warmth onto your cheeks. I play with your hair as you’re caught in between your words and sleepy eyes.
The cat stretches and comes prancing to snuggle under your feet. Dancing shadows emanating from tea cups send aroma into our living room, while the soft screeching record turns, swaying melody in the corners of the house.
You sigh deeply and drift off into slumber,
my fingers intertwined with yours,
my mind at peace,
my heart in bliss.
There are moments of idle pleasure that bring back my soul to life: me bringing you serenity on a Sunday morning, you giving me a sanctuary on an Autumn’s day.
Please don’t be indefinitely broken, little heart of mine. Beat kindly into the night and sing me the lullaby of how you used to be tender. Please pick yourself back up and paint the stars in the sky, save them from being forgotten memories of ancient lifetimes.
You’ve done this before… I’ve witnessed, in awe, your struggle to believe, that love does not come in ones.
That just because they left, it doesn’t mean you failed.
That just because you lost a piece of yourself, it doesn’t mean you will never be whole again.
Dust yourself off, little heart of mine. Don’t be weary over lost fantasies of what could have been. The stars don’t always align for you. But even if they don’t, you have been loved…
you have been loved…
you have been loved.
Patch yourself up, little one. You have been kind, you have been brave. You have been honest. You have loved with depths you weren’t even aware you could tap into. With oceans of longing and crashing waves into your ribcage.
I know you’re exhausted. I can see you crawling into your own mind, convincing yourself that heartaches are for the brave. Repeating over and over, that you are battered, bruised and on the edge of dissipating into thin air. But you deserve more. You are worthy of more. You are destined for more.
Lift your head up, little heart of mine. You’re going to be ok.