Maestro 

His presence is powerful and intimidating. The symphony of his synergy: alive and absorbing. He strings me through the air, conducting my every sound. Conducting my every move. I breathe in a cold air full of nerves and exhale the warmth of his infection, but I speak no words. What can I say that will steal his attention? The maestro of my heart’s affection.

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We are.

She teaches me to be patient and love with raw emotion. She reminds me that being hurt in its purest form does not mean you are innocent or too emotional, but that deep pain exists where true love used to live – even breathing hurts. Every emotion must be felt; absorbed, received and answered. It’s real. Being hurt for us “hypersensitive” personas is a lot more than meets the eye. 

We are the dreamers, the doers, the distracted, and the dramatic. We live for the light, color, and love and bring heart to the world.

Push 

Masked in make-up, shiny things

He wisps you away on a romantic fling.

He brings you flowers and a kiss so daunting 

You push away romantic hauntings.

Keep it honest, keep it true.

You could never love this dude.

Play it fast and flip the script

You love a game that’s hard and quick.

He keeps it real and is no tool

You’re the heartbreak and a fool.