ready for the roses

I could liken you to a werwolf, the way you left me for dead. But I admit, I provided a full moon. 

I know the fiction of the fix. You were always so sensible. You could never wrap your head around the dreamworld I lived in, but you loved me anyway. 

I swan-dived from the sky and you made it all possible here in reality. I haven't been to reality in a while, I'm not even sure if it exists anymore. I only believe in the stuff of my dreams. 

The thing is, you want to be in my head, in my bed. The only way to my heart is through my mind, a realm you'll never master. If you weren't born a dreamer, you can never become one. I was raised in unconditional love that allowed me the freedom to hope, and you were left. 

I cannot rise from that low for you, or show you all there is to see up here. I can't teach you what it's like to be fearless, to be removed from the feeling of failure. I was loved into this freedom from birth, something I can never give to you. 

I'm not afraid to be alone, to be left. In fact, I am better because of it. I can't love you into living your truth or taking risks. The person I love is myself, and I give those things to me. 

So what I'm saying is, I'm ready for the roses. I'm ready for people and love as passionate as I am. We fall by the thorns, but get up again and again. Because if you can look up, you can get up. 

dress by For Love + Lemons 

makeup by Gina Frey

photos by Jen Senn