You Move Me.

You move me.

You shake me and move me until I become alive again.
You fill the spaces in my lungs that once held air.

You have become the air I breathe.

You fill my chest and burst through my rib cage like morning. Bright, shining like the starry night above the place we call home.
You’ve captured me so beautifully.

Some have tried to paint me into pictures on blank canvases but my boldness never remains. Bouncing off their canvas and back into the world. They always fail to capture the real me.
But you’ve opened up my heart and dared me to believe again and I do.

I believe.

I believe in the love you’ve introduced me to. The love that allows me to be like Sunday mornings. Fresh and ready for the adventures ahead.
I sometimes wonder how I’m even alive because my heart is with you.
You were never a crook. You never had to steal my heart because I gently placed it in your hands and had faith that you’d take care of it.
For so long I’ve wanted to tell you this but when something is this real, it’s hard to put in into words.
So I vow to do my best by leaving you every morning with a simple “I love you”.


Dear Vagina.

I love you. I really do. I know I don’t say this enough and I know I don’t show it as much as I probably should but I really do love you. You smell nice. Really nice. I’ve smelt some pretty rancid vagina but not you. You don’t smell like flowers or anything but you smell regular, ya know? I love you because you don’t try too hard. You’re just like, “Hey, this is me. I may not be perfect but I’ll always be with you.” And I love that about you. I think you’re cute. Whether you’re bald or hairy. You’re not too big but you’re not tiny. You look good whether you’re wearing sexy lace, comfy cotton or nothing at all. Sometimes I curse you and say horrible things about you but I never really mean any of it. I know if you had it your way, you wouldn’t leak blood once a month so no hard feelings, mkay, babe? We’ve been through a lot together. I’ve stuck things into you (some you liked other maybe not so much…sorry), blamed you and on occasion been too rough with you but you’ve never let me down. When I get home later, I’m gonna give you a nice massage 😉

Love always and forever,

Rose ❤