There was something there,
just a glimpse.
It lasted only a split second.
Something there,
that was pushing me back to Him.
I think it was you.
Because not only can I not imagine life without you,
I can’t imagine death without you either . . .
and this seems like the best option.
And just minutes after this realization,
came the final push that I needed.
Back to him.
I know what I was meant to do now.
It’s all for you.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
The transition was a magical thing.
The butterflies,
finally grown and matured enough to be on their own,
have left my stomach.
They were once wrapped tightly in their cocoons.
But when I met you,
they began to evolve into something beautiful.
Then all at once, they were flying . . .
All around my stomach every time I heard your name.
And when I saw you,
they got so excited they could barely contain myself.
And when you kissed me and held me in your arms,
they had never felt more alive.
But now that they have gone,
it is only love that remains.
When I hear your name,
it warms my heart like golden rays of sun.
Each time I see you I am complete again,
no longer living half alive.
And when you kiss me,
my body fills with the oxygen I need to keep me alive.
The time has come when you are my lifeline.
No longer an infatuation,
but a necessity that I need without thinking about it.
So do me a favor, my love.
Next time you look up at the stars in the sky,
see if you can find our names.
I promise they're written up there.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
I wish I had the words
To describe the feeling
Of your lips upon my lips.
I wish I had the words
To describe the times
When your fingers touch my skin.
I wish I had the words
To accurately explain
How I feel about you.
Heaven.
Paradise.
Unconditional love.
The epitome of shangri-la
Comes nowhere close
To being next to you.
The paragon of perfection,
Only a fraction
Of my feelings for you.
The quintessential Prince Charming
Has nothing on
How you treat me
Like a princess,
Your princess.
Words are not enough.
I wish I could describe
How much I love you
But there is not a word.
To say I only love you
Would be an insult.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
I must be an angel, though I don't always believe it
I must be a princess, because you are my prince.
I must be beautiful, though mirrors and society cloud my view of myself.
I must have an amazing voice, because you like to listen to it.
I am perfect.
And I know this because you tell it to me.
You must be right, because you deserve the best, so I must be the best.
Today, I am wearing my socks inside out like you do.
Isn't it marvelous how things so unusual and imperfect can become things we can't live without?
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Because of you, the sun shines on me, even when it's raining.
Every time you look at me, love radiates out from you, and i can believe in it.
Never leave me, because i wouldn't be able to live.
Just one kiss, and i'm captivated. . . Yours forever.
Am i the only one who feels this way? no, i know you feel it too.
My best friend, my life, my soulmate, my love, my other half.
I love you.
Never ever leave. promise me.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
I’ve always had a way with words.
They said I should be a lawyer because
I knew how to convince them of whatever I wanted them to believe.
I know when to sugar coat the facts, and
when to give the cold hard truth.
My problem is knowing when to keep my mouth shut.
My mother always told me,
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
But since when do I listen to my mother?
My wit is quick, and bites the pride of others when I strike.
My words are sharp, they cut like glass, only after they leave my mouth.
I wish my tongue was forged of broken glass.
Maybe then I’d know how my words can hurt,
and they’d hurt me instead,
before they ever left to scratch someone else.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
You are the raindrops that kiss my face, and run down my cheeks;
and the tears as well, because I know you’d never let them fall.
You’d catch every one.
You are the soft, blue blanket that wraps around me every night,
and now seems so big because you aren’t under it with me;
and the sweatshirt I wear to sleep,
because it’s yours and it still smells like you.
You are the wind that blows my hair in my face,
because I know how much you love playing with my hair,
and how much you love my face.
You are my other half.
And I know this because I can feel the hole in my chest
where half of my heart used to be, but now isn’t because it’s with you.
And because you hold my heart (I know you protect it well),
I will only be half alive until we are together again.
One soul, two bodies.
I am you, and
You are me.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
I backed my ambulance into a tree.
I tried so hard to avoid it,
But there it was, right behind me.
I'm surrounded by trees,
And behind those is a body of water.
Nowhere to go.
As soon as I see a way between the trees
And try to take it,
I am drowning.
Desperately trying to stay afloat,
But I'm not the best swimmer.
One day, I won't be strong enough to hold on
To the air above the water,
And I'll let the water fill up my lungs
And take me, just as it took my ambulance
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
I need a rainy day, but not the cold kind.
The kind that happens on a summer day
where you can sit outside all day
on the back porch watching it-- but, we don’t do that anymore.
I can hear the rain falling, every drop, as the fists swing.
I knew it wouldn’t stop.
I knew the only thing I could do was fight it,
but how are you supposed to fight the rain.
Every word is lightning, striking through every nerve in my body.
You know I’m the one with the sharp tongue,
but you continue to strike, Mr. Lightning.
Why do you like so much to hurt me?
It seems that the storm is above my head,
it follows me, throughout the house . . . there is no escape.
I don’t know what I did
to make the rain love me so much.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
Little girl, your hair is in curls.
Little girl in the lace dress, the world is so big.
There are people in a city, far far away;
they will straighten your hair and take away your shoes.
Little girl, keep your curls, they are the life in you.
Little girl, keep your shoes on, let no one take them from you.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC