“I’m a mess.” “Messy like a river crashing through the mountains. Like a bonfire, flickering wildly, sparking into the night. Like the rain—” “Stop.” My eyes burn and start to leak as I melt in his arms. “You’re making me cry.” “Every tear is a sign of your infinite worth.” He runs his thumb across my wet cheek. “In you, my universe lies.” “And you, my poetic savage, are a dark vine reaching.” “Better to wrap around the soul that mirrors mine.”
