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Roses are red, Bruises are blue

My journey of love and depravity.
6 years ago. Wednesday, July 24, 2019 at 11:20 PM

I wish there were words to describe how I see him. I often say “he’s everything” but that statement doesn’t fully enunciate the depth of my adoration for him.

 

He’s my guardian, my brave protector.

 

He’s my owner, my cherished keeper.

 

He’s my best friend, my most trusted ally.

 

He’s my guide, my most respected adviser.

 

He’s my sovereign, my most revered authority.

 

He’s the answer to my every question, the light at the end of every dark tunnel.

 

He’s warmth and light, and darkness and delicious fear.

 

He’s my lover, the source of my pain and pleasure and my every desire.

 

He’s my voice of reason, the logic in my insanity.

 

He’s the quiet in my chaos, the calm in my confusion.

 

He’s my home, my safe place.

 

When he’s in a room, he’s all I see.

 

His voice quiets my fears and his touch eases my anxiety.

 

He gives me structure and direction and purpose.

 

I need him.

 

=^.^=


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