Today, I watched fireworks paint the sky so passionately as if it was finally realized that the night sky was its canvas. I watched fireworks engulf darkness, trying to thrust life into nothingness and even though the colors kissed the sky, it disappeared but it’s okay because how blessed must the sky feel to have been kissed by such beauty.
I watched the rainbow dance on the waters tonight.
Tiptoes and twirls, twinkles and tangles. The entire ocean lit up in excitement; I could see my own reflection.
It was windy tonight, and I was hoping that the wind would blow hard enough to wipe away the image of your smile and how your face lights up when you see fireworks. I didn’t need a Fourth of July spectacle, I could see all the so much more color in your eyes.
I could see the world in your eyes and you know exactly how to paint my body like a canvas and how to twirl me around on a summer evening and the world is so much sweeter
I wish the wind could’ve wiped that away. Or, I wish your arms were there to shield it. I want all of you, or none of you, and it seems like I can’t have either.
But just for the record, I’d rather have all of you.
Letters To You: I Saw Fireworks Today (via dolphinity)
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.