I think I loved you once.
Twice.
Maybe every third day.
For years.
Those last five minutes were
Everything.
I think I loved you once.
A thousand times.
Maybe I will again.
Maybe I will again.
I think I loved you once.
Twice.
Maybe every third day.
For years.
Those last five minutes were
Everything.
I think I loved you once.
A thousand times.
Maybe I will again.
Maybe I will again.
Because this is the only way to change. To want. To ask. To be an unlocked house in a neighborhood of robbers. Palms open, arms extended. Voice unshaking. Broaden yourself like a target to say “Aim. Shoot. I am ready. I invite hope in. I know failure may follow.” -Clementine von Radics
To be vulnerable.
To be wild.
To be fearless.
To be everything
and nothing.
To love the darkness
because you trust light will come too.
Lean in.
You are worthy of hope.