Just Ask Politely

She thinks that irises are puddles in her eyes but tells me that my soul blooms from my pupils, my own personal black holes, comes life.

A small percentage of me destroys, yes. And same with you. But the rest of my body is healing and takes care of others.

It's a two steps forward one step back kind of love that I have for myself.

But I'm still moving forward.

And in my own sea of criticisms, I hear your voice like it's something you think I need to hear...

Help yourself and ask politely, you'll push people away if when you need them, you scream at them.

It makes me want to hide from you rather than trying to reconcile.

For the first time, when I feel like you push me off of this cliff that you do every few months, I am catching my breath and magically I feel a pocket of air above my head and I am parachuting down.

And I land on my feet, safely on the soft grass. She makes me feel like I'm floating in love rather than falling and ironically enough, whether or not I believe, she's God-sent.