Kara Skye

There is nothing wrong with being a person who loves, and is able to show it.

I’m real and I am yours, in your dreams and in real life.

She loves you the way that sunlight loves to thread itself through your window blinds in the mornings.

You beautiful soul, you’ve made it another year, and you can’t believe that you really are here today.

I am a disaster, but the most beautiful kind.

You disarm me without me knowing, and all of my bullets fall.

Tell her that the bruise on her knee is an amethyst and that the scrape on her elbow is a brushstroke.

I am told things such as:

You are too cold,
Too aloof
Too distant