​I hope he loves you like this. {Poem}

I hope he calls you in the morning

after a night of sleeping in a big, empty bed

Just to say good morning

Just to hear your voice

as it is the only wake up call

he needs.

I hope he cooks you breakfast

Knowing how you like your eggs

how you take your coffee

how little or how much you wish to speak.

I hope he cooks you dinner, too

For no reason at all.
I hope he holds your hand proudly

as you walk through a room

of people you don’t know.
I hope he builds you up

until you are standing on a pedestal

of your own creation.
I hope he encourages you to make art

take risks

travel the world

be alone—

always knowing that you’ll be back

home in his warm embrace

as long as his heart is open.
I hope he wears his heart on his sleeve

and is not shy

to adorn yours

as well.
I hope he is the kind of person

who, when presented with the ocean,

will not shy away

from diving in

to ride the waves.
I hope he is all of himself

unafraid to own

his stories

no matter how dark they may seem.
I hope he can see that all of you

is in the stars

poking through

the dark sky

of your past.
I hope he is not scared

by your ability to choose growth

your ability to not be held hostage

by the person you were yesterday

last week

last year.
I hope his attention span

is as long as every word

that exits your mouth

your heart.

I hope that he hears your truth

and meets it with gratitude

for your vulnerability.
I hope he loves you

in a way you didn’t know love existed.

For you have only seen love

in other places

with shaky ground that fell

beneath your hopeful feet.
This is who I hope

for you—

Because you are worthy

of being loved

by a heart so bright

the sun blushes

in admiration.
~
Author: Annabelle Blythe