Fix My Wings

The word "love" flows through your succulent lips, followed by an "I" and a "You". My heart panics and flutters as I am sucked in by the intensity of your gaze. A soft blush embraces my delicate cheeks, and I do not know what to say, how to respond. I don't want to say the wrong thing.

So, I say nothing and look away. My heart stands tall and I know you can hear the shouting, feel the thudding in your ears. You offer a whispered, "Hush now. When you're ready," and my heart stops.

All that we are is two beautiful creatures waiting to transform broken wings into a perfect love. We let the wicked thoughts pass us by, and forget the harsh remarks made. Because despite ourselves; we love.