Magical Mess

I thought whirlwinds were love and I thought lightening was love  I thought butterflies were love and I thought reassurance was impossible in love I thought stability could never go with adventure  novelty, with structure and then I fell in love with a man who made me laugh and for some reason,  always wore black hammered away 54 hours and somehow,  still, always called me back we're talking about a private man who will, somehow, now, publically hold my hand and tell people we're dating  put me on his shoulders,  when we're celebrating  and let yourself be reminded we're not talking about some average jerk we're talking about a man who takes my call at work this man speculates my reactions and his predictions are exact for convenience,  we'll refer to him as "my  emergency contact" -Maithili 

 my dark i’ve tried rolling with my instinct i’ve followed a prudent plan cutting myself slack to testing my own limits i have done everything i can   walks, music, reading, writing i’ve been assertive i’ve been too nice i’ve journaled and hung out with friends you name it, i’ve done it twice   a happy, strong, hopeful, social butterfly standards so heavy my shoulder is bruised i am hopeless, and hurt; i feel weak and lonely are phrases i’ve never used   so tonight, i break down because i cannot hold up i am tired of being so brave the freedom to fail remains a privilege if i could, i would cave   i would collapse into loving arms i am dying to bend my knee loved for my high spirit will i be accepted for my vulnerability   will someone hold me in my sorrows will someone see beyond the cheer with my eloquence when i describe my dark will they still wanna hear?   i don’t know the answer so i c...