I don’t want you if you can’t light a fire inside of my chest. If your presence doesn’t pepper words on my tongue then you’re not worth it. I need to see your soul laid bare at my feet before I can offer you a piece of my mind.

You should make me breathe conversations and question everything in existence. Cause me to rub the stardust from my eyes when I wake in the morning. Ask me why my heart beats and my cheeks fill with heat and what my third eye can see.

My energy is precious and I’m too tired to give it mistakenly. I haven’t the time for pleasantries and cordialities. If you can’t walk me across moonbeams and into the starlight then I don’t want you.

 By V. Mylynne Smith

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