u/EchosOfKay

I think i know love,

and I think I don't.

Maybe it isn't in the words,

or the grand gestures,

but in the eyes that find you in a crowd,

even when there is beauty everywhere.

In the smile that escapes

when you laugh like a child,

and in the eyes that don't look away

when you call yourself ugly.

Maybe love is simply this,

being seen exactly as you are,

and still being the one

their eyes look for.

Kay

u/EchosOfKay — 15 hours ago

The flower never asks for every petal to bloom the same.

Some catch the sun.

Some fade in the shade.

Still, the wind comes for all of them, without choosing.

So why have I spent so long asking myself to bloom differently?

The flower was never broken.

It was simply alive.

Perhaps I am too.

Kay

u/EchosOfKay — 7 days ago