Iris retweeted
i was never afraid
of your shadows.
i was afraid
of becoming
the only candle
you never turned toward.
afraid i could learn
the map of every wound,
name each locked room,
hear the raven
shift its wings
inside your chest
and still remain
a stranger
standing barefoot
at the edge
of your heart.
Iris retweeted
The real magic is finding someone who matches your passion and understands your emotions.
Iris retweeted
still got a wild heart, a questionable filter, and absolutely no desire to become predictable
