you can have me again. i know we'll make magic and we'll make a mess. and at the end of the week i'll be left to make sense of it all.

singing your songs and breaking my heart. you bring bright pastels into my paintings and smiles into my photographs. everything moves slower with you. a night can last forever. the full moon feels eternal, we'll never have to wake up.

heart. head. flesh. i'm growing up and growing out of you. poems are just songs of the healing heart.

i am grateful. i can smile. we design this love, it can be about what we want it to be about. it's as simple as that.

i'm on my way, and my heart is wide open.

polaroids by devinn pierre