the challenge i set myself this month was to write for anyone who gave me an idea in my ask box. this is my first completed work and it is for emily.
she wrote:
“adoring something so much it makes you think about the person you are, where you want to go & everything you know you are but cant seem to physically show.”
so i wrote:
if i could pluck my ideal from my lungs then dear, i would show you in a heart beat. you became my food for thought the very day my fingers brushed through the ends of your hair. if i could feed upon your laugh and dance with your smile then maybe, my heart would start to show what aches so deeply beneath my brown eyes and freckled forehead. if i could draw the battered doorway and pull you through to watch the sea crash so harshly onto the harbour in my thoughts then maybe love, i could show you how my heart beats.
