Baylee

Aegean

Loving you

was a careless slip in the shower

my head striking the porcelain tub

scalding water burning the tears from my face

as I drown in something other than my loneliness

for once

Loving him

is poetry

Raw,

unedited and

imperfect

Loving him

is not finding the exact shade of aegean

of which my heart appears to be

but it is finding the exact compliment

to the colors of my brokenness

So as I lay within this porcelain tub

sinking forever lower beneath the steaming waters

I ponder over what lies beyond this body of mine

and whether my darling,

regardless of the 2,096.9 miles of land between us

would follow me towards this paradisaical light.