But he helps me write about beauty. Have a hand to hold and a dream to dream, he says. He makes me my favorite burger and wives the ice cream of my nose. He cuts out the calories in the packet of chips and texts me asking if I got home safe. We danced in the light of the kitchen. I've never felt more safe. I have the rush of first love and the wisdom of how much you made it suck. We don't make the same mistakes
Sreeja V
@Wordsmith · 0:40
Hey, Tisha. I have been through a roller coaster of emotions after listening to your poem. I would say rather, while listening to your poem, I felt suffocated and yet lived. I felt utterly hopeless and then hopeful. I found that I started questioning love and yet believed that true love as possible. You have managed to capture both ends of the spectrum so beautifully. So thank you for that