In Bloom

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My love is not small
Arriving as a flash flood
I know the drought of her melancholy
I’ve worn it like armor
Wielded it like a self-inflicting weapon
I want to wash it all away
To watch the smile cross her lips
When her sun shines again
I never want to miss an opportunity
To be a mirror that radiates back to her
All the strength and peace
Of the love she gives to me
To be the wolf who howls in the night
Chasing the demons away
Because when she lets me curl up at her feet
I can breathe again
All of us carry broken buckets
Let us put them down
We can water each other instead
And bask in the sun while our garden blooms

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bohemianprincess
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