He will come into your life with lips smooth like buttercups

whispering forevers in the summertime.

Finding the softest parts of your heart

and making promises with good intentions.

He will wipe away your dewdrops in the morning

and find ways to hold your darkest moments

that will make you feel safe in your own structure.

He will paint you with sunshine and kisses.

He will grow you up like a daffodil,

stand you tall, and blossom by tomorrow.

He will be the thunderstorm that pushes you down,

dirt-covered, broken-stemmed, drooping under rainclouds

and he will not be the one.

And you will wonder how you will ever bloom again.

But you will.

You will.