Untitled (Midnight Ramble)

I have a hard time being sweet sometimes; it’s gotten harder over the years to always be vulnerable. To always be stripped down; raw and on show for the world but I love you. I find that sweet sticks to your skin; I can’t help but smile at the sound of your voice even when I’m crying. I don’t like to express my happiness too loudly because I think it pushes people away, they find it to be such a sour taste but you make my heart glow and I think even if I said nothing at all they would see it from a mile away.

ReBecca DeFazio

More Than A Flower