Her battlefield was soft and cozy,
Pillows and blankets strewn about,
Awaiting each and every soul who needed comfort…
Most often, her own.
Grateful Exhaustion On Her Soft & Cozy Battlefield
You Made Me Believe — & Now I’m Scared I Can’t Do It Again
I’m Tired of My Heart Hurting
Follow the Darkest Path, Sweet Soul — & Trust That It Will Lead You to New Beginnings
Take My Hand, Love — Walk with Me for a While
My love, I am not for the faint of heart.
I am not easy.
I want you to know this before you ever decide to knock on my door and ask to be invited in.
I desire — no, I require — a partner who will challenge me as much as I challenge them. And what a delicious challenge it will be. But know this…it will be a challenge.
You Are the Nectar I Want to Sip, Slowly and Deliberately
Across the café table from you, I watch you with a nervousness I’ve not felt before. I opened the door and finally invited you in and now…now, I feel like I’m standing before you, naked and vulnerable.
Our beginning was slow and deliberate. And worth the anticipation.
Because now, I watch your eyes drink me in and I look away as they start to see through the armor, over the walls, and into my soft insides. I’m not one to look away usually, but your eyes are piercing and I am left feeling unprotected and more than a little shaky.