I am tired of a love that is airy, dissipating like raindrops on window panes once the air touches its surface.
I am tired of a love that is fiery, with my life burnt to cinders as the only memories and nightmares to remain.
I am tired of a love that is watery, leaving me suffocating under its chaotic waves while its storm touches my surface destroying everything in sight.
I want a love that is earthy, with its roots grounded into mother earth and the growth of our love only supplies us with infinite abundance.