She is going to walk through that door;
a mess of smiles and rain-kissed hair,
and you’re going to want her.
Want her name in your mouth, her hands on your heart.
But you will have to wait. She’s not the person
you are meant to love yet.She’s got to fumble on her own first,
show others the pink in her mouth and spring
in her heart. She’s going to take sadness to bed
and call it intimate. Call it loving.She’s going to hurt.
And yet
she’s going to make herself smile
so you can smile together.No matter how angry the storm, the waves always
hug the shore. Eventually people return home.
Scraped knees and purple under her eyes;
she’s going to come back.
She’ll smile something like heartbreak,
say, look at you, look at you,
I’ve been growing my heart for yours.
“Saving us for when we’re better,” Alaska Gold. From the book, Growing Light.
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Do you ever think you are special to someone but then you see this person acting the same with everybody else and you are just kinda “oh, ok. i never thought I was special”
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