Bulletproof love
Living in a lonely fantasy...
I didn’t dream of an aisle
lined with rose petals and smilesI didn’t hope for happily ever after
for sugar plum fairies and perfectiona white dress and an eight piece band
saving the top tier for a year down the road
I wanted messy, hard, brokenLove that didn’t stay in the lines
Coarse, magnetic, boundless
Connection strong like the moon to the sea
pulling tides, waves, floods
Washing away the before
with no sight of an after
I wanted the fight
the fight for what was passionDespite, despite, despite
I didn’t ask for simple or easyI wanted bullet proof
IndestructibleThe only safe space
is in your arms
I didn’t ask for too muchI asked for exactly what I needed
d e v o t i o nA case for an unlikely match
poles pulled towards each other
Nothing could deny
The love that stretches over every ocean
between you and me
No one could foresee
mass destruction
Breaking every shred of possibility
to end this love story
with an ounce of dignityGood night to this lonely fantasy




I wanted bullet proof too... but I got fucking bullets.
A worthy feat. That kind of love cracks you open to reveal parts of yourself left undiscovered otherwise.