A dirty paintbrush into my lemonade ~ a poem

I love you
But I’m scared of what you’d make me into
I’m like clay
Muddy, upside down, slippery, undone.
Carve me.
I was a thousand things before I met you
Each time I thought that I’d found myself
But I’m one messy heck of a person
My head is a rose garden
Thorns, prickles, whatever they’re called
It hurts from time to time
But I’m sure you wouldn’t mind
I suppose it’s fine to be upside down and tongue tied.
But then
You.
A dirty paintbrush into my lemonade.
I worry about things like that
You tangling me up and unravelling me again
What a mess we’d make but I think we’d be smiling.
Paintbrush, lemonade, dirty.
You.

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You’re how it feels

You’re how it feels to be stripped naked by the wind 

Aching cheeks from smiling 

Worn down teeth stinging on ice cream 

You’re my love in between the crook of your arm and your side 

Pinch me