It's Ok.

Random thoughts on monogamy.

I suppose it doesn't have to be complicated .  Or selfish. Or ugly. Or wrong. It's kinda actually sorta magical in a way. All that love. And maybe we are children and the only way that we know how to express this kind of feeling is to chase all the boys around the playground till we fall down and skin our knees. Blood covering the pavement. And we get up and start again. Maybe this love doesn't have an answer or a home. So we let it be what ever it needs to be because it never really made sense anyways. It's extreme..and it's real..and if the moment fades or changes or tragically ends....the point was that it was there..and that's ok. That's more than ok. That's f*****g incredible..and beautiful.  The way we hold each other and make these holy promises that fairy tales exist. We turn our hands into butterflies and our finger tips into wings and we take flight on this colorful journey into the world of the unknown. never stopping to wonder how in the hell we deserved these wings anyways. The wings that take flight and soar to you, in you, and through you. Through every imaginable pore on your delicate skin. Begging not to get hurt , but how could you, right ? If only we stay here. Under the  camoflouge  covers of our youth. Our innocence reflected as guilt. And oh maybe we should have known better. Maybe I should have learned my lesson last time. But I am here. And I am allowing myself to love the world for exactly what it is. Raw. And naiive, and real. And that's ok. I think for now. That is ok.