Do not place me on a pedestal, my love.
I have a fear of heights,
A phobia of falling.
I’ve fallen before,
And broken badly.
I feel safe with my feet
Upon the earth,
My head upon your shoulder.
Hold me gently, sweetheart,
Allow my lungs to fill
Effortlessly.
I’ve been smothered before
And suffocated.
I need to breathe—
To create,
To dream.
Do not promise forever, my darling.
Just be with me
This moment.
I’ve loved before,
And lost.
Embrace me
In my Perfect
Imperfection
.
Author: Renee Dubeau
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Photo: Unsplash
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