You are my kind of magic.
I know too much about heartbreak, too much about the aftermath — it’s time I got a little bit of happiness. A little bit of honesty. A little bit of love. When I smile at you it’s nothing short of a revolution. When I kiss you it’s a victory cry.
My poems might be tangled and wrong, and my heart might be more blue and purple than red, but I’m learning. I’m not giving up. And if I don’t deserve you now, oh, someday I will.
Someday I will.