Hlootoo's Art

pianoetry:

She’s something like the stars where I’ve seen blank sheets of the sky come and go, but never stay. She’s someone that looks past my mistakes and asked me to love her right. She’s something like a dream and I’d sleep every night to catch a glimpse of her. She’s like a healing potion from an old video game, the kind that heals you instantly, but you didn’t have to physically drink it. She’s like the small slice of happiness you get when you fall in love. She’s out of the blue. She’s random. She’s weird. She’s everything and then she’s accepting. She’s overprotective, but she’s respectful. She’s wordy, but she’s careful. She writes, but it’s only if I ask. She’s a lover that I plan to keep. No chains. No keys. No locks. No weight. As light as a feather and as bright as the first sightings from a newborn. Everything tastes better for the first time, if you haven’t seen yourself smile a real one in a long time, doesn’t it? That’s what she is to me, the first news of getting better and the last news of holding on. She won’t leave and neither will I. Is that good enough for you?