My Beautiful Rescue.

I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.
For the thrill of the fall.
Ignoring sound advice.
And any thought of consequence.
My bones are shattered.
My pride is shattered.
And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain.
I can see my beautiful rescue.

i want someone. someone who is not afraid to hold my hand, and whisper my name at 3 in the morning. someone who loves me, and loves who am becoming. someone who i can call four or five times in one night, just to hear the sound of their voice. someone who knows i am not perfect, that I'm not amazing. just me. and they could still be okay with that. someone who is willing to let me be a part of their life, and do the same in mine. She is out there somewhere. I hope.

I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you.