There’s something so beautiful about loving someone you know is going to hurt you. Like standing out in a thunder storm and daring the lighting not to strike you, nor the thunder to shake you.
I want you to shake me, like the wind bends saplings down to touch tainted soil I beg you to bend my body to your will, show my muscles new ways to strain and stretch over hurricane hardened bone. Blow me back, snap my limbs and shake my leaves.
Teach me what it’s like to love a storm, put my heart into snow and freeze me out. I am a boulder for you to weather, down to pebbles and sand, until all that’s left is a beach for you to walk on.
I want to prove to you, that your love, your storm, is something I can weather.