It takes time to find comfort in warmth
when all you’ve known are the scars
of being burned by fire
but he’s not fire this one-
he is water with a little bit of dirt
just enough to keep things
interesting
slowly I’m learning
to soften my walls and open
parts of myself that I’ve kept shut
for a long time now
slowly I’m learning
to bend so I can
hold all of him
without drowning
in love
again.
A.P. Bastian 